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Part 2 - The First Rose
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Belle Sequence Papa's journey to the city
Marked a difficult time indeed.
We were not left alone truly:
Our husbands were with us too,
And our Belle,
She who thought herself too young to marry.
We worked, and we waited,
As the weeks turned into months.
Not a word did we hear,
No indication of his fate.
Finally, after months of not knowing,
Our dear Papa returned to us.
Bedraggled and tired,
He held out a rose to our Belle
As he told his tale.
After a hard journey to the city,
He found his hopes were in vain,
And he sought a way to return home.
He lost his way,
Wandering the forest for a time.
During a recent storm,
He happened upon a castle
In which he took refuge.
His every need was seen to,
Though he saw nobody
Until the morning he left.
He picked a rose
(The only of our requested gifts he could find)
And incurred the wrath of the owner,
A terrifying beast.
He was allowed to leave,
But on one condition:
One of us must return to him
Before the next full moon,
Else Papa must go to him
And never return to us.
