Rapunzel was alone most days and most nights
She grew sad and felt no meaning was meant for her
Her golden hair grew long and luscious
Her once bright purple dress turned cold and frail
She used to imagine a life outside this 10-story tower
A world where everything was at her feet.
But alas, her interest fell short and dull
Her paintings of grandeur turned to grey
The books she had read became boring and timely
She became hopeless and emotionless
She became thin and dirty without a care in her mind
And time all seemed to mangle her brain.
A green book with black notes read
“Dreams of Never Ever Land” by Rapunzel
Indeed her once made up feature was too good to be true
But it wrote about worlds unseen and oceans far
Her mother said never to leave the tower, however
Obey she did not, and death was upon her.
Quick and swift she froze
A few minutes of struggle
The blade lay against her banded hair
And relief all at last
Her dream came true
A permanent flag of gold out of her tower.
As she fell from the window of her tower she flew
The air rushed passed her and the grass came fast
Her heart beat quickened and deepened
But she had no cushion for a fall
The only thing left for her was a patch of grass
And underneath was sod.
Her body was mangled
Her dress torn
Her hair had been cut and lost its glow
Her eyes rested open, beautiful and green
Days went by and no one found her
Years went by and not a soul cared.