Belle

Twisted tale, that tells a tale...
With garland and a veil,
Enmasked the Belle.

There a prince, puffed high,
Here a princess, in every known shy,
Gleaming upon the shiny moon,
Whispering and chanting a boon.

Where is my magic wand-
to cast a spell???

Green grasses, Blue sky,
Shiny stars and illuminating night...
Waiting for the horse to arrive.

She glanced, she peeped,
She achieved,
She danced, she sang,
She mused along.

The knight trodden
the gloomy lanes,
to witness the Utopian blaze...

A muse, a flick,
a chanting boon,
to reassure the victory soon