The Fairytale Wakes

71 - In the Village Inn, after Four Drinks

You must think me a monster. I, the man

Who let his daughter trade herself

For wretched me, and all that I am

You must think me a monster.

You must think me a monster, and you can

But it all turned out, didn't it? My daughter

Who never flinched and never ran

My beauty who saw a wretched man

Inside a beast, and gave him water.

You must think me a monster, and if I am

I'll take it. Better a monster than

A coward. Better a monster than

A failure. Better a monster that

Beauty can turn into a man:

I'll wait for her at home, and hope

That she still can.