Beauty Became the Beast
Though you've loved, you may never love again
Enchantress speaks and waves her crurse once more
My love is now gone because of these men
I have every right to even the score
As winters had passed since she lost the beast,
Belle's mourning slowly grew into pure spite
Grim infected your soul to say the least
Enchantress prayed she could lead belle to light
Her skin produced fur as thick as a brick
And her nails evolved to yellowish claws
Now a second time, I perform this trick
Instead of hands, Belle, you are stuck with paws
This poem is about:
Our world
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