The beast then spoke, in a voice as low as a whisper, Of a time when it was not such a fearsome creature. It had once been a man, a prince in fact, But a wicked enchantress had put him under an evil pact. He was cursed to be a beast, for as long as he lived, And to never be seen, by those, for whom he longed, to be received. But here, he had found someone who saw him, For who he truly was, and not what he had become, in a whim.