FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
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Alrighty. So before I open myself up to criticism, I must state that I know this isn't perfect. I've had an idea for a roleplay for quite some time and this poem is what came out of it. I wanted to give it a very fairy-tale vibe because it is very much a retelling of beauty and the beast. This is just a little starter for the roleplay, to give a little background without protraying too much information and chaining me and my partner down to details. Some of the stanzas I love, but others I'm on the fence about.I'm not too sure if it portrays my idea very well so I thought a new set of eyes would help me out a little bit. The art is also not mine, but would be included to give an idea of the two characters.
Thanks for all the help in advanced!
His story lives deep in the wood.
Down in an old hunting lodge.
It is brown as the dark leaves that fall.
Silently, hiding the stories,
he prefer to not tell at all.
Beauty lived around him,
once upon a time.
Over such flourish land,
a fate has been drawn,
by this man’s hand.
It began with a gunshot,
and a beautiful creature.
Maiden and fawn
lay still on the ground,
as Fate’s last pawn.
T’was not enough
to simply injure—
a curiosity to share.
The hunter dragged this maiden back,
blind to the greater evil that was there.
By the firelight,
he tended to her.
A curiosity she was to he,
yet friend watched and waited.
Her fate seemed to fill him with glee.
While hunter slept,
he took them from her—
Horns of beauty and grace.
Yet as he awoke, friend in the act,
intervention, there was no trace.
And as she stirred
from her slumber,
wounds not yet healed.
Two beings now lay punished.
Their skin beginning to peel.
In their dreams
Her Gods cursed them—
destined to be alone.
As they slept their skin changed,
And shifted was their bone.
As the maiden watched them—
magic completely gone—
Her heart began to seethe.
Revenge would surely be taken
As that would be her creed.
In her hand,
she grabbed the smallest
from where the two once sat.
One a child of the trees,
the other a lowly rat.
Into the fire she tossed him—
enacting a sin against nature—
With her action oh-so rash,
she watched as he screamed
and slowly turned to ash.
Now the gods would punish her,
and teach her forgiveness.
The hunter—now monster—still left in awe,
watched as he escaped
Death’s mighty claw.
He was given a year
to attain her pardon.
To remain in the wood—an outcast.
And if achieved, his form would return,
and friend’s life he might outlast.
