Fair maiden blue and lonely,

sitting in a tower,

isolation a cloud around her,

a single visitor every evening.

Her mother or so she'd been decieved.

The woman would leave again in the morning,

the fair young girl would be left to her solitude.

She'd curl in a ball on her bed,

and wonder what was beyond there.

Rapunzel grew up to the age of twenty-one,

waiting for a prince to save her,

until finally she left that tower,

looking for a life she longed for.

Independent.

Free.

The queen that her broken kingdom had waited for.