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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