Beauty and the Beast

Remember the story,
of Beauty and the Beast.
What would happen if he was the Beauty,
and I was the Beast?

Would my beauty still come to rescue me,
Or is my Beast too hard to handle?

He’ll ride his gallant steed through the winter woods,
Searching for the castle that holds me,
Behind it’s high walls.

My magic rose dwindles,
The petals have almost fallen.
There’s only one left before I’m forever doomed.

Will my beauty ever come rescue me?
Or will this ugly beast of an outside push him away forever?