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