Golden - A Story of Rapunzel

There once was a tale,

A tale different than what you’ve ever heard

About a maiden fair, stuck in a tower

With hair of gold, a lovely voice, a mirror

The tower can be reached by a dark, thorned forest trail

Mother Gothel didn’t steal her in the dead of night

Nor did she acquire her through bribery

Gothel adopted the girl out of the kindness of her heart

Rapunzel chose to lock herself away in her tower

Her fatal flaw not her her hair of gold, but her voice so bright

A Prince of the land heard about the girl with the golden hair

Locked in a tower, whose voice could beguile,

In the forest, her voice - such a pure voice - could be heard for many a mile

He headed into the forest, by order of his father, King Stephen the Bold,

Questing after the maiden fair

He arrived at the tower, spying through the trees her hair of gold

It was true!

Her voice was like honey in his ears, stirring his heart

That was only the beginning of the end, the closing part,

For the son of the King of the Bold

He called for Rapunzel to let down her fair, long hair,

And as she sang, she brought him up to her, in her tower

When his feet touched the floor, her voice turned sour

In his ears, discord, full of sharp, bitter words, of men’s stories she told

And it dawned-that to rescue her, as his father had said, she had nary a care

Rapunzel was a siren, this much has been omitted

From the books of tales across all nations

In her looking glass, Rapunzel had trapped men of all stations

Who had come to hear her voice

And whose souls ended up in her mirror of gold, the metal daintily twisted