Visions Depraved

Deep in the woods,

In a deep dark cave.

Lies a beast, dark as pitch,

Mood black and depraved.

He has things on his mind,

That some’d hope not to find.

He has visions building,

Sights, some’d rather be blind.

But one dared to look,

Ventured in to peek and see.

One brought a light,

To set those thoughts free.

So deep in the woods,

In a not so darkened cave.

Lie Beauty and her Beast,

Making love’s visions depraved.