Beast and the Beastly Beauty
You've heard it said, way long ago,
that a Beauty had met a Beast.
Well if the tale, were told as was,
that Beauty had secrets to keep.
For if he knew what lied behind
that soft and gentle voice
He himself would have ran
from the atrocity of the noise.
It was early morn of their wedding day
for Beast and Beauty to unite
When suddenly the Beast awoke
to no Beauty by his side.
He fret not for he had known
of his Beauty's love to walk
About the roses in the garden,
and the sun before it spot.
And so the Beast arose,
in his venture to spot his bride
when, alas, he had done so
in the corner of his eye
"Oh, her beauty that doth shine"
thought the Beast in heart
when the Beauty turned around
to tear the Beast apart.
The Beauty no longer
shined like silver or tin
but rather, the illustrious Beauty
took about the face of his twin.
The beauty had turned to what appeared
a monster of a kind
that as she walked about the Beast,
she left her Beauty behind.
It were as though the Beast had seen
a mirror of his reflection
For as the Beauty drew nearer and nearer
he saw all but her beautiful complection.
"What has happened?" the Beast proclaimed
as he gazed upon his Beauty.
"To what magic hath struck thee
to change you into the likes of me?"
The Beauty, who had no answer,
ashamed of who she was,
gazed into the eyes of the one
who she knew to be the cause.
"For it was written, was it not,"
the Beauty began to proclaim,
"that when a Beauty fall in love
her Beauty shall be the same.
The same as he that stole her heart:
the same as the man.
and on the morn of their wedding day
the man shall not stand.
For if the man, who fight for love
doth not lay down his life,
the Beauty shall forever stay
in her new mortal strife."
The Beauty look upon the Beast
bewildered by this clause
and when before the Beast could ask,
a tremble had come from abroad.
The Beast has seen what he had feared:
The men to see him die
but in that moment he had chose
the give in or to defy.
He chose to give in to what might be
the most horrific sight
as he roared his farocious roar
to ward off his attackers might.
And as it so, they all trembled
and flee their farocious foe,
yet when the Beast had turned to look,
he saw his Beauty forlorn by the snow.
It was his life for hers,
the Beast had known
yet when faced with the call to die
the Beast chose not to flown.
What a secret, for her to hold
from the Beast until this day
That when he looked upon her now
He knew she was not the same.
Contempt arose inside the Beast
that she shall withhold
such a curse upon his bride
and a story to him untold.
He knew to love would mean to lose
the beauty inside his bride,
and so, unto his Beauty,
he committed himself to die.
For it was written, long ago
to one must give for others to receive
a gift as magnificient as Beauty
never came from love that was free.