By Myself as I was Then
1995
There was a one
Locked in a tower
Called Rapunzel by some
No safety in her bower
The walls within
(A villian's contentment)
Concealed the sin
(A victim's entrapment)
Within these walls
Lived an innocence lost
As long as silence ruled
No one cared the cost
Hope in a hollow shell
Fear in a heart gone heavy
Is it a tower - or gates of hell
Suffering at the ready
From such things repulsive
Mercy ever imploring
Escape ever elusive
Anguish guaranteed forthcoming
No soul to hold onto
Sold for a golden stair
Rapunzel doomed
Within her villians' lair
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Friday, November 6, 2009
Rapunzel
Posted by Kate at 9:08 PM
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