Twenty Years Later
Anno 1789
For every beauty that dies when a new beast doth rise with the song of angry men,
The beating drum echoes the change when commoner's era hath come,
For every Gaston that dies, ten more doth rise to break down the castle gates
The Pots then crack, Candle's flame goes out, and hands of the Clock go still,
A beast no longer, in chateau he lingers, with his noble Belle,
Though once a commoner, but one no longer, her birth won't save her now,
Chaos rings in the city of kings, in July the prison falls,
Aristocracy gone, for freedom is won, by the angry Gauls,
If he remained in his bestial form, the peasants would not dare,
But was due to the love of a commoner that common folk led them away,
They thought their love was salvation after it broke the curse,
but twas' sweet love, like a white dove, that made them a feast for crows,
If beast he remained, kill them he could, or leave them alone they would,
His castle was once a place of fear till' it turned to gawdy home,
If she had stayed and married Gaston, perhaps she would have survived,
But cause' she went and married a prince, she lost her head and died,
Twas' the best of times and the worst of times, as a wiseman once said,
If Pimpernal took them to Albion, they may have protected their heads,
Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite, ou la mort,
Was it Montesquieu or was it Rousseau, or was it old Voltaire,
And so love is not always what it does seem, sometimes it leads to pain,
But all depends if blade is sharp or if the blade be dull,
But in the end Beauty and Beast were saved not by God above,
And so it was that demise was because of their impetuous love.
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