Far away in a land so foreign, lived a man, from a tale, told so old

His heart was that of ice and brick,

And was as spoiled as his locks were thick.

He was a handsome face, and of fancy breed,

But lacked the love and heart to heed

To rule his subjects, his servants and above all he, himself least of all things,

And lo one day an old maid came, holding in her hand so dear

A Rose, full of beauty and life, in full bloom illuminating the night

She asked him for shelter from the cold, and in exchange would give him

That Rose of gold

But being who he was, he turned her away

And bolted the door to keep her at bay

For three days she appeared upon his step

And for three days he turned her away, until she died on his step

From the cold and gusty storm, with layers of snow covering her rotting form

But that perfect rose, still clutched in her hand

Illuminating as much as it did the first night

She came to beg for shelter from the cold

When he bent down to take it away

Something from its touch caused him to change

His hair grew wild, long and tangled

And he had sharp claws and paws

Fangs pertruding above his lips

And his voice grew so deep, that it could’ve shattered a soul

Thus he was cursed for his wrong doings

By becoming the monster his heart was to be

And for one hundred years he remained a beast

While the golden Rose remained, still illuminating

Enchanting this cursed prince’s sleep

Until it began to wither and writhe, warning him he was losing time

But how could anyone break this curse?

This curse he was placed with when he had cursed

At the little old woman begging for shelter, and died on the castle steps

Looking for shelter...

A/N I am not sure if I will continue, but if I get enough reviews maybe I might add more to it and make it longer!!