Once upon a time

There was a girl

With beauty as rich as a rose that everyone loved

Untouched by the evils of the world

Her simple dress like perfect petals,

Singing her way through the troubles of life,

Never thinking she’ll ever have to roll a dice.

But one cloud eve,

Her father gone astray,

Taken by the Prince everyone be afraid,

She rushes to the rescue,

Clad in her rags,

Ready to save her dear father,

Just as a faithful daughter had

But as soon as she meets the beast of a Prince,

With his murderous eyes,

There’s a glint of mischievous in his eye,

He wants her to himself.

He wants her, and only her.

A trade he made,

She for he.

And with that the father is free,

The rose is kept,

Spoiled with books, clothes, and riches.

Slowly withering away from the inside,

All the Prince wants is the love of the girl.

For her happiness with him,

For her to be his beautiful Belle

But love isn’t money

Love isn’t riches

Love isn’t being kept hostage

Kept from her family,

Without real love

The last petal falls, and so does the beast.