She was beautiful,
With hair of such golden hue,
She was so youthful,
There was nothing which her beauty couldn't do.
It was most unfortunate,
That she was locked up in the highest tower,
The witch was drawn to her beauty like a magnet,
She had to have her to enhance her power.
Her voice; a sweet melody,
Even the rats and mice would swoon,
The witch would no more be moody,
For her song could calm all monsoons.
It was a tragedy,
That He-Prince got lost that day,
It was windy,
And when he heard her voice, he knew he had to obey.
When he reached the tower,
He too swooned with the rats and mice,
He had lost all willpower,
He knew he had no patience to be nice.
He scaled the walls with his bare hands,
Her voice gave him such superhuman ability,
And when he saw her, he was in heaven's lands,
For sure, she was his bounty!
A gasp!
Startled that she stopped short,
Her trembling hands she clasped,
And leaned on the wall for some support.
Her knees were buckling,
She was confused,
Her heart was a-galloping,
And he looked amused.
Hours became days,
Days became weeks,
Their hearts were ablaze,
And he wanted to show her the seas, the mountains and creeks.
Alas, it was not meant to be,
For the witch would never give away her prized possession,
Hell had not known such fury,
Too great was the witch's obsession.
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
So that I might climb thy golden stair,'
Instead he was met with a murderous and hellish glare,
It was his worst nightmare.
He fell from the tower,
Against the witch he had no power,
She crushed his heart into a million pieces,
And sliced his body with deep gashes.
Years had passed,
And yet, they both could not forget the past,
She had lost her song,
And he would think of her all-day long.
She was no longer youthful,
Her golden hue was now a brown matte,
No longer a damsel,
Instead looking like a wombat.
She vowed never again to speak or sing,
For it brought such intense aching,
If only she knew,
If only she would sing,
She would break the voodoo,
And they would have their breakthrough,
For he was the severely scarred, one-legged guy,
Whom she saw fishing at the great bayou!
