I always wondered why

I like the villains more

And I think it might be because

When they get on the floor

Down on their knees

For her and only her

Something in me stirs

A hero would sacrifice her

To save the entire world,

Showing that they are indeed kind and honest

But a villain would tear the world apart 

If she was hurt, that is a promise

They seem selfish, manipulative, and rude to everyone around

But he treats her like a queen, 

his and only his

Sitting beside him on a throne with her crown

I think villains are misjudged 

And that most of the time 

We don't get to see their story

For if we knew it, the hero may not seem so full of glory

Monsters are made not born

And any soul tortured, confused, and abused 

Incidentally would not have time to mourn

So the next time I defend the villain of a fairy tale

Remember that they too, 

Were once broken and frail.