The Beast's Perspective
My dear, Belle
If only you knew,
the flaming heart of desire
that I have acquired for you.
But you will never love,
such a hideous creature.
Revulting,
Disgusting,
Unwanted.
Soon the flames of eternity will engulf me,
without true love's kiss.
And I will burn,
as the love I have
burns for you.
Moments...
We have moments left.
Till I have fallen victim
to the curse.
The rose has wilted,
the final petal has fallen,
Save me from the eternal darkness.
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