The Beast's true POV

Once upon a time,
There was a man.
This man met a lady, one he was forced to send away
His parents had just kicked everyone out,
They told him to let no one in.
They had fear they’d be robbed, or maybe their son wouldn’t be safe
Yes, yes, this man had no choice
For, his parents led to his beauty’s temporary grave.
An enchantress showed up, in hopes the family could be saved.
But alas, the young man,
He had to send her away.
His heart ached at the words,
The ones his parents forced him to say,
But he allowed his parents, to dig his a temporary grave for his looks
The enchantress tried to give him more chances
But to her dismay, the parent’s statement was again relayed
She saw only cruelty, tore his looks apart
Forced him to only get them back, when loved for his heart.
The very next day, when his parents awoke,
They took his looks as only a joke.
That was until they saw, they looked the same.
Then they chose to not wither away.
A bullet for him, a bullet for her, and soon it was the beast who was digging their grave
his parents may have led to his beauty’s temporary grave,
But they led to theirs all the same.
Now for eternity the castle must stay, until the enchantress has it her way.
But a catch there is for releasing this curse,
No not death, but something worse.
Limited time, based on a rose
One never watered but wilts is the pose.

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