We believe villains are more than just two dimensional evil-doers. They're complex characters who rarely get to share their stories. The concept may seem silly, but empathy is a skill. If we can practice it here, we just might have a shot at understanding the 'villains' in our everyday lives.
Normal nightly waystation
Friends of plenty to hold up his glory
Image inversely projected from his former self
Everyone loves him now
With strength and admiration
He made them bow
His ego is the façade
But before his muscles and his posse
He created the lie to live the lie
And the cute girl that walks in the bar that he has yet had
Well she deserves to be his
Because Gaston is his pen name
And acting is his game
Although, before they misunderstood him
Before his former love shattered all he had
He was a simple man
That did all he can
To support love and his fair maidens’ hand
Well she left without a word
Without a care
And regular old Gaston was left a broken man
Belle if you understand your sudden arrival
Gaston’s hope revival
No wonder he became obsessed
You’re not just another girl
But a gorgeous bookish type
With pipes that could sway any mortal
Wholesome nepotistic vibes
Humanities caretaker surmise
Of course, he thought he deserved a try
Only if you knew his needs
But you never knew
Because you never asked
So the muscled, stern, egotistical man
Ended up alone
All over again
Patronizing victims
Crushing droughts
And chasing women
So the belle of the ball
Creates another beast
Who never sleeps
For the only worthy girl slipped through his fingers
Never understanding his calloused hands
Fingers writing out names in past, present and futures sands