Tale As Old As Time

Voice horsed and clothes tattered.

Hair tangled, thrown, and scattered.

Messy make up sprawled over.

Her screams were tossed over his shoulder.

 A ripping pain stretching her muscles.

Her lungs are exhausted from the ear pulling hassles.

Her pure library tainted with blood .

As his hot kisses groped her skin as if they should.

Another tale as old as time,

Another piece of innocence put on the line.

Ever wonder why Beauty and The Beast never had a sequel?

But a remake to satisfy fans as equals?

Listen well and piece these clues together,

For this poor girl will die like the others.

 A magical dance in a room of Stockholm Syndrome

And a fight between a humble hero and his life as a victim.

The beast will always be a common factor.

To the equation of problems for young girls before and after.

 A hypnotic potion tossed into her food.

A symphony of spells casted all the way through.

Barely even friends, yet she was forced to bend.

           Her conscious awakening as he forced himself in.

Just a little change,

Her soul never regains.

A suddenly as her body sprawled in pain.