Countless rooms and hallways that have lain unlit for years
Become misty, indistinct, through regretful, sorrowing tears
He comes when I am eating, and the food becomes as dust
Under his beastial odours, his rank, animal must.
But he is ever gentle, his rage he does suppress
And slowly, very slowly, I begin to fear him less
His growling snarls form patient words, he never overstays
Only watches me, and guides me, through his palace maze
But this place is not my home, nor the Beast my kin
It is a trap, a prison, that I have wandered in.
I weep still for my own dear home and for my father dear
Who plucked for me that perfect rose when he was lost here
The Beast he pities me at last and says he understands,
Places an old looking-glass in my beseeching hands
Through the magic mirror, I see my father's ill
So my dear, kind Beast frees me from his will
Once more I'm home, my father I hold tight
Drag him back from the brink of endless night
But something is missing, the gentle, loving touch
Of a Beast, can I really miss him so very much?
In the mirror I see him lying cold and dead
The grass is pillow for his great, ugly head
But it's not his ugliness now that I see
I see him as the one who must belong to only me
My heart I feel is breaking, I am full of pain
If only I could see him, hear him, once again
My tears fall on softest fur, I ache for my lost Beast
My everything now, not my last, not my least.
Now we run through the palace, where all the lights shine bright
We have almost forgotten the sadness of that night
From the spell I freed him, and at our wedding feast
I kissed my love, no more a Beast.