First day, he grins as he takes my hand to wed.
Second day, his eyes smolder with gold, but only I can see the cold.
Third day, I disobey his orders. It is I that must be tortured.
Fourth day, he grins as he turns to my kin.
Fifth day, we hated as she is violated.
Sixth day, her screams I hear in my dreams.
Seventh day, her flesh he sears, mine wet with tears.
Eighth day, my outer shell does creak. For her beating heart begins to break.
Ninth day, I hear a whisper in the walls, feel it skulking in the halls.
Tenth day, I hear a hiss. A deadly kiss.
Eleventh day, I fear for my life. He shows no mercy with each strike.
Twelfth day, his scream is heard throughout the halls. Its gaze he did meet.
Thirteenth day, I can rest in peace. For he has met the beast.