Beauty incarnate, full of roses and splendor, of gems and richness, so sweet and kind.
There is laugher and smiles, joy and warmth in heart, there, in Beauty, there is nothing you cannot find.
The Beast, so full of rages and jealousy, of swamps and murk, so angry and miserable.
From there is nothing and fury, destruction and fear of yourself, there, in the Beast, you are tied as if with a cable.
But Beauty trapped inside the Beast, Beauty caught by the Beast. Is Beauty none the less.
Beauty changes the Beast.
Beauty tames the Beast.
But the Beast changed the Beauty.
The Beauty saw the Beast, but the Beauty thought she would never love the Beast, until the Beast showed her true beauty.
Beauty incarnate, full of roses and happiness, yet full of stubbornness and pride. Lonely until adventure came, she found herself remade.
The Beast, full of shame and regrets, of joy and of pain. Loveless until finding a prisoner, he became human again.
