Fairytale Trail | Beauty And The Beast

@awesomeannie

One day, a merchant's daughter,
Asked father for a rose,
She'd never seen one in her life,
And knew naught where they grow,
The merchant, he agreed to it,
Since she was kind and pure,
He set off the next mourn to find,
One growing by a door,
The door was hidden in the woods,
The rose was lush and red,
He picked it, but, as he walked off,
A hand fell on his head,
The hand was large and brown and rough,
Belonging to a beast,
The beast, he said to merchant, there,
That he was pleased in least,
He told him he could take the rose,
But asked for just one term,
The merchant nodded in despair,
To give Belle in return,
He came back home,
With rose in hand,
And gave it to his girl,
But she could tell,
That there was wrong,
And made her father spill,
She came, then, Belle,
To beast next day,
She talked with him,
Agreed to stay,
But he did not,
Just make her maid,
It's inhumane,
His beastly trade,
He finished,
Beauty and the Beast,
He turned poor Beauty,
To a feast.