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.