The Walls of Rapunzel

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,

let me come up and take off your underwear,”

A lad shouted one day in the famous clearing of Rapunzel in a forest beneath

A roofless stone tower with Ivy caressing,

which only evoked the lad to think of Rapunzel’s undressing.

The legend of Rapunzel had reached the kingdom far and wide

that a beautiful woman with a voice like honey lived in the tower to hide.

She had extraordinary hair that shone like the sun,

and the only thing she cared for was the plant rapunzel

which was rumored to put her in a romantic mood for the right one

With muddied boots and a ruddy hand clutching a handful of rapunzel

The young lad lusted in a bed of roses choked by weeds at the base of the tower

He shouted his request, “Rapunzel let down your hair, I have rapunzel!”

And down came shimmering hair, like a whispering waterfall of hazel

He grabs the hair and placed his feet on the wall

After sometime of negotiating where to place his foot, ivy entangling his feet, he makes it to the top.

And after entering her simple room he had to stop.

Stunning, in a backless gown made of moonlight Rapunzel stood

The lad was ecstatic and reaches out to her, as he thought he should

She turns and her eyes are

BLACK

Black like the abyss of the world, Black eyes that look into your soul

Her skin shone like fire but her eyes were as charred as an abused candlewick,

all while picking her teeth with a toothpick.

“Why is such a beautiful woman in a tower so tall and far from the world?”

Rapunzel lowers her eyes and softly replies, “It wasn’t always this tall,”

The prince reaches for her, her nails scratch at his neck, his hands run through her hair, a gasp,

                fingers clutch

            then release

Another suitor gone

His body added to the walls of this old tower

A tower, like many through history, with the goal of reaching the sky built from the earthly ingredients of brick motor and bone

 Rapunzel sighs while picking her teeth with her toothpick,

 “Lust is always the death of them”