I am a monster among men.
They glare at me through curious eyes.
Women stare at me in pity and disgust;
Children run from me with fearful cries.
My appearance, grotesque and manmade,
Has brought me ridicule and scorn.
I was once the desire of every maid,
Now a tavern wench costs double coin.
Yet I have not always looked as this.
I followed my king to distant lands;
I stood strong and true to my sovereign lord
Til I was felled by a Saracen’s hand.
The scar that now deforms my face
Should stand for bravery true.
It should be a banner I wear with pride
And a reminder of respect due.
My life, I spend, in shadows dark,
Twill be for as long as I last;
Lest love can find this hideous beast,
I shall remain an outcast.