The Window Beckons

The window was open one silvery night 

And Rapunzel was frozen in half-hearted flight 

The cold air beckoned from the heavens above 

And tickled her ears where the shears had touched 

The cold stone pressed deep in on her skin

With no exit save for the howling wind

The wolves knew flesh as soft as hers

And all she had to do

Was jump

The window was open one silvery night



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