Beauty and the Beast

In a hidden castle, where roses bloom,
Lived a Beast alone, in silent gloom.
A prince once proud, now under a spell,
A tale of sorrow he couldn’t tell.

In a village quiet, not far away,
Lived kind Belle, who dreamed each day.
With books in hand and heart so bright,
She longed for stories of love and light.

Through swirling snow and magic’s haze,
Belle found the castle’s shadowed maze.
To save her father, brave and true,
She stepped inside, not knowing who.

A grand old library, a ballroom wide,
A lonely Beast with pride to hide.
From fear to friendship, slow and sure,
A bond was formed, both kind and pure.

Petals falling, the rose grew thin,
Time was running out within.
But Belle’s love, so true and strong,
Began to right what once was wrong.

A moonlit dance, a final tear,
The curse was broken, crystal clear.
The Beast transformed, his heart set free,
A prince once more for all to see.

So dream, dear child, when night is deep,
Of castles where true love can leap.
For Beauty and Beast will always show,
That love is the magic that helps us grow.

The End!