The window hung like a picture frame
Nothing was said as the beast was slain
Silent tears fell down her cheek
What a pitiful sight, she's week
The village was silent
Whilst their hero was violent
Our heroine was quiet through the whole ordeal
Hoping and praying it wasn't real
Tears were flowing freely down her face
Silently wondering how they got to this place
Why was she even crying?
It was over the evil beast lay dieing
The window hung like a picture frame
Nothing was said as the beast was slain
By the end once the final curtain fell
Nothing was left of our heroine but an empty, hollow shell
