Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast is an all time favorite for most people. It shows that Beauty is inside of everyone and looks can be quite deceiving. I want you to twist up the story.

Examples:
Belle could actually be the beast
They could switch genders
The story could take place in modern times
The Beast could kill Belle for all I know

It's up to your imagination!

No rules so do as you please.

here's an old one

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once Upon A Time...

High inside the moonlit tower
She waits for his return
Listen to the laments of Belle
Inside her breast, she burns

Midnight rambles among the brambles
A scent in the breeze
A man once likened to a beast awaits the feast
Something moves in the leaves

     Once upon a time
     A grand life in a fairy tale
     Now in time forgotten
     A life of living Hell

She whispers his name
To the cobwebbed rafters
Belle curses them all
Peasants to wicked crafters

He feels it growing when blood is flowing
Lycanthropic urges
Claws as sharp as a sword, blood on the floor
All things innocent he purges

     Once upon a time
     Their love was so pure
     Now in time grown stale
     And is used as a lure

Once in month
Is time for a hump
Beastly love gone cold
But this one night
Belle got such a fright
As she watched him unfold

Pinned to the bedclothes
She looks upon the beast
His face and raging hard-on
And begs him to cease

He howls his laughter to said rafters
In shining lunar light
In submission Belle whimpers, “Please listen.”
And screams into the night

     Once upon a time
     She was his mission Belle
     Now in time renewed
     Living a fairy tale in Hell

After the director said, "That's A Wrap!"
Belle looked at her newly transformed
Pretty Prince and said,

"Sweetheart, that will be all,
Now bring back my Neanderthal
Cause this Belle can only be rung
By that man-animal, well hung!"


I deeply apologize for my sophomoric submission.  But I submit, within every poet, their is a 13 year old that isn't quite ready to grow up!

Beautiful and vibrant is how they all see the fair belle...
She dances so freely without care or fear, but the beast lies within her cold soul hidden away...
Night befalls and he rises with growls of anguish and pain...
Feelings of entrapment have turned him so brutal and harsh...
She sings and smiles by day, but growls and screams by night...
How can the beauty dwell within the beast?
Only the beast can be conquered when the beauty sees herself for who she really is!

Thanks to all 3 of you starting the comp off And making me feel better as not one of the only ones that thought something could go wrong or better in this fairy tale.

      sanctuary of shadows

she’s beautiful. but her eyes don’t convey that to her mind
when she gazes in abhorrence at her reflection. those
deceiving eyes insist that her face is scarred, when in fact
her skin is smooth as an unblemished pearl.

she once journeyed, joyful as an angel, thru the pages of the
Holy Bible. but fate scorned her innocence, & invited her, with
candy whispers, to stray. besieged & beguiled, her faith is in her
chains, as she believes that freedom is a hollow thing, vaporous
as the wind, void manifestation of reckless dreamers.

if I could, I would invade her dismal hideaway. I would crush those
walls with my fists, & take her by force from her heart’s prison,
into heaven’s light. and if this world judges her, & proclaims that
she is not beautiful, then there is no beauty on this planet, nor in
this universe.

but who am I to don the banner of false hero? I have walked hard
miles, thru days of war, & years of failure. I’ve eaten scraps from
bins that the rats overlooked. I’ve slept where I fell. I’m beaten &
I’m bruised. and I’m ugly,

but then, you like ugly men;
and even if you don’t…

…you like me.

perhaps the shadows are the only viable sanctuary for tramps like
us. we who are too hideous to recognize our own beauty…

___________"Who was the BEAST?"


Roaring scoring loudest of snoring!!!!!
I heard it rumble down the empty thresholds of
the palace CHAPEL!

Carefully and quietly tip toeing through the
grandest of archways and the ORATORY
I bravely traipsed on that cold icy morning.

Beyond the undercroft and MEZZANINE the shadowy
tendrils of this ancient Bowery continued deeper
and deeper yet.  I bravely continued exploring...

The snarling and snoring louder and louder yet...
As I rounded a large tunnel with a dim light that
protruded just at the far end...

Along the walls OUBLIETTE's fashioned for the
enslavement of the foolhardy.  But still gently
walked as if on rice paper made of droplets of water!
As the roaring in my ears of this beastly thing
would grow and growl even ever louder!!

As I rounded the corner!  I had seen it where it lain!
Upon a concrete slab of mortar!  With magical
chains it was enslaved.  1/2 a sleep 1/2 awake!  In a
strange stupor.  But still as they had told me and
I have heard the legends might be true.  She could only be
awakened and freed back to her true human princessly form!
By the bravest Knight with the heart of an unending raging
storm.

...

Holly shit that was awesome ml nicely done

Oops i cant deleat

Belle had a secret name
It was the Belle de Jour
She entertained many men
Their lust to explore

Some were quite handsome
Most were very nice
Others hardly beautiful
Some baulked at her price

One man was so ugly
She did not let him in
Next day he was back
But was refused again

He regularly pleaded
To come into her room
She eventually gave in
With fear and with gloom

She asked what he needed
Of the services she offered
All he wanted was respect
Money he then proffered

She felt some embarrassment
At this simple request
She usually was paid
For intercourse at least

She apologised for what she did
Turning him away
For she found him really nice
And asked him to stay

She found that he was kind
Beneath his deformed face
They talked for near an hour
Her fear had been misplaced

He became her daily visitor
She looked forward to his call
And in the end she married him
But that does not tell all

He was rich and generous
His face a surgeon cured
She gave up selling sex
And their love endured

the Ballad of Beauty's Ball

If you fuck the Beauty
with your 2-headed cock
I shall reverse the curse
and you shall live
"Happily Ever [uncursed] After"
in your egotistical castle
built of glass and stones
surrounded by the loyalist
of your spineless servants;
and your once darkened days
shall shine heavenly bright
for the rest of your life

but tonight
when the tale is as old as time
you need to shine
she needs to know
'what's mine is mine'

so down to the Ball she will come,
in all her deception of splendid awe,
a peasant girl once lost
no longer looking for shelter
but dreaming of your love

And you shall stake your claim, erotic swine
tell her she's to blame
that the 'B' in her name
stands for "Bitch!"
and this is how the rich
fuck(s) the poor:

tear down her golden dress
rip the bodice from her breasts
slam her against the wall
let her soul take the fall
unleash your twin-headed beast
let those serpents gush the gash
let your desperation be your wrath

for when the last petal falls
her doom will no longer stall
the beautiful hands of time;
and you will awaken your
"Happily Ever [uncursed] After"
in the twilight of your Ballad of Beauty's Ball
`

So, Beast, what are you waiting for?

Not sure if this qualifies, I wrote it many years ago, but he theme is in there. JJ

"Not For Kings"

If one could die of loneliness surely I'd be dead by now
Or from a broken heart, there'd be no beating in my chest
So why do happy know-it-alls insist on giving me false hope
That my afflictions could mercifully free me from this hole

The dream of rising up so high beyond the walls surrounding me
Free of my cage, free of the pain, free of their repetitious laugh
That haunts my fragile mind, making nightmares of the cold reality
That no love will ever requite all that my broken orb has shown

Must be a story made for human hearts much weaker than my own
Not for kings like Kong who get shot down off high pedestals
With gawkers and picture clickers standing on his breast
One voice was heard to say, "T'was beauty, killed the beast"

But it wasn't true, it's not her fault he fell so far from the clouds
He knew the risks, knew they'd come and fire rounds to pierce his heart
He held on for dear life, held on to her in hopes that his undying love
Could fill his empty heart for his lonely life would never let him go

With that final thought within his brain he discovered he was right
For all his loneliness followed him beyond the soil placed on his grave
Down to a place he knew so well all the days he lived and walked alone
Where there is no beauty for which to fall, where his heart at last can rest in peace  

This comp turned out way better than I ever expected..just sorry that all of a sudden I'm on less to help with something.  Every entry so far gave me a different emotion or feel for the story, seems as though this is gonna be hard to judge.