“….as Beauty stared at the drooling, hulking, misshapen Beast before her, his cold, mismatched eyes glared down into hers and she felt a scream rise in her throat.”
Entombed in this horror by a single red rose
Two beings share a fate that neither one chose
Each one trapped by the other wanted to be released
But who is the real beauty and who is the real beast
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