Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair
Said the Prince most fair
Wispy hair all fluttering bright as a power cell

A sing-song whistle ripping up in the air
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your flowing hair 
Said the Prince to the damsel

A chipper reply came from above 
The sound of her nectarine voice carried by a dove
"I will let down my hair," said she
And full of glee was he 

"O, joy be in my heart!"
She let down her cascading locks
The prince rolled forward as though a cart
Latching his princely digits on as he stood on rocks

"I am coming up now, my dear!" 
A laugh bellows from above, so different from before
The Prince, ignorantly, closes his ear 
The hair morphs from gold to black, the laugh to roar

Before he could say Rapunzel, the Prince was wrangled up
Grimy tentacles in place of her hair, teethed as a lion
Squeezed and torn, the Prince was as shattered as a fallen ceramic cup
Lopped up and chopped up, so he was, ripped to bits nigh on

So Rapunzel retracts her hair, bringing the Prince up with
His mangled body strewn up in her tentacle grip 
Her ghastly true visage showing as a monster of myth
From his veins she takes the blood, smiling with her sip

She returns to her mother, chained and imprisoned below
Taunting her ruthlessly by the hour
Listlessly adding the Prince to her victims, O' so mellow
Awaiting the next fool who comes singing at her tower