Wilted roses under glass
Set upon the tabletop
Hearing shadows as they pass
Unsure how to make them stop.

Candlesticks try to advise,
Clocks remind me of the hour,
As I long for my demise
To escape the witch's power.

Prowling between empty rooms
In this prison I have made,
This castle shall be our tombs
And my legacy shall fade.

How was I supposed to know
That the beggar at my door
Was a witch who would bestow
A curse which love would restore?

I have no hopes of finding love
Nor for us to be released.
Even though it would behoove,
Who could ever love a beast?

This poem was inspired by watching “Beauty and the Beast” twice in a row. Your Writing Prompt is to take a Disney movie and create a poem from one of the other character’s points of view. 

This is my interpretation. What’s yours?