The rose is there, just as she said

It shines beneath the glass, bright red

With magic it floats, yet it fills me with dread

For I know its secret for the final hour

For it measures the heart of our young prince

Since the day his selfishness made her heart wince

As a beast he was cursed from that day since

And in shame he never leaves the castle’s west tower

A young maiden, lost, no shelter to be found

She stumbles upon the snowy castle ground

She creaks open the door, inside there’s no sound

Just lots of old furniture, all musty and dour

She searches the castle and finds the west wing

The man in the portraits there makes her heart sing

The beast, he appears, looking fierce as a king

Terrified at his presence, in fear she does cower

Time grants them friendship, after great tribulation

The love in their hearts grows with each conversation

The beast grants his beauty a grand revelation

In the few final hours of the magical flower

“I love you, my beauty, my love, my life”

“Please grant me the pleasure of being my wife”

In that moment, peace took over his strife

The beast became man, the rose releasing its power