The Handmaiden
Once Upon a Time...
It started so long ago, but now
I'm all who knows,
withered and gray.
But when my eyes were young,
they saw the girl
you know call
Rapunzel.
I saw her walk to the doors with the lost prince,
who said he wandered
blindly
until he found his love.
Their clothes in tatters
faces dirty and
tear stained.
Yet, they smiled.
She shone under the sun
as I brushed that golden-spun hair.
As her handmaiden, I learned it all.
Her heart hated
Dame Gothel for so long,
But finding her prince
washed it all away.
Though she never did aquire the taste for
rampion.
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