A Cursed prince
His servants
We all know
This story

To find a woman
Who could love him
And this curse shall
Be lifted

The belle of this story
A hoe slept with all
And the well known hunter
Wished for a wife

But what they don’t
Know is that
This belle was no
Angela but a
Angelo

He showed
His feminine body
To those who wouldn’t care

But you see belle wondered too
Far for your see rather enraged
His last customer he was not paid
Ran off and hid in the castle

The beast
Came upon the belle
Thinking maybe my curse shall be broken
As he gazed into fearful eyes that shown like the sky

Under his wing he took the belle

He grew attached a loved the belle
Not realizing
The belle was
No Angela but a
Angelo

His rose wilted
And lost petals
Steadily and quickly
The beast wooed the hoe

The hunter worried
For the belle
tracked ‘her’ down

Upon finding the belle
Wrapped in a loving
Embrace from the beast
The hunter saw the truth of ‘belle’
Attacked them both

The belle took the attack
For the beast

Enraged the beast slaughtered
The hunter nothing but a bloody mess
Was left

The beast tended to the belle

The belle
Was no Angela but a
Angelo

The curse could never be broken

The beast went to kill the belle
But could not

Instead they laid together

The belle
Became a beast

And together
They lived

Well until
The villagers came
And slaughtered them
The two beasts
For the death of belle
And the hunter

But what they didn’t know
They killed
The belle

They changed
Upon there death
And they all found that

The belle
Was no Angela but a
Angelo