Rapunzel's Ruse

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Would let down her hair,

Waiting for mighty men to ensnare.

Her golden blonde locks,

Stained strawberry with blood,

Enticing all susceptible studs.

Playing the victim,

They’d fall for her ruse,

Their good intentions met more than a bruise.

A serial killer,

Locked away,

Rapunzel still found her way to play.

With hair as a whip,

A restraint, and a noose,

Rapunzel had plenty of tools to use.

She’d sink her teeth in,

Tearing flesh from bone,

Hanging their limbs, adding life to cold stone.

Her final victim,

Ended her play,

After she feasted in her normal way.

Within his blood,

He held deathly disease,

And her life, the fatal contagion did seize.

Her body laid,

Rotting and more,

Finalizing her home decor.