The Beast, The Lady, And Myself Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

I want you to meet her
The good looking blue-eyed lady
Yes, the one with the olive skirt.

She doesn't live around here.
She's an intruder.

Yes, some people got quite some nerves.
They show up wherever they like
Not thinking about the dangers that crawl here at night.

Few have seen the saber-toothed beast;
It only shows itself when it's hungry...
For revenge

Some say it's a werewolf,
Others say it's Bigfoot.

Nobody really knows,
They just say it's something you should stay away from.

Anyways,
That lady stole something from me.
Something I cannot live without

But no!
What she has stolen cannot be given back.

It was the fair man's heart
His gaze now rests upon her figure.

Oh she looks holy, doesn't she?
Well, what do the beast, the lady, and myself have in common?
It's quite simple in fact:
We desire his passion and heart,
But she has stolen that
Therefore I will avenge my heart
With the taste of theirs.

Because who would have thought
That I loved him?
And that I will be the one to end this all.