New and a bit alarming,

Were the howls and groans -

The ones masked by wolves and violent storms.

Violent storms much like the ones in Belle's head

and eyes - those, which sparkled, now hone.

It was the snickers. The blatant mocking.

Belle crumbled. Belle became lost.

she became the victim of a beast.

One that wouldn't let anyone in, that refused to feel.

Those long locks replaced by fur, matting. 

Her smile turned to a jagged snare.

A harsh rumble consumed the hushed melody.

"Lock her up." The villagers cry, cringing.

But hasn't she suffered enough?

For Belle was a beauty in chapter one.