Rapunzel


High in her tower – the flowers like pinpricks below—
She longs to be down where her lover awaits
But she’s trapped, cupid’s arrow still wending its way
Through her heart, through her soul, through her dreams
Leaving pinpricks that bleed.

High in her tower, with hair growing longer, it seems
Still the answer is no…
Still the arrow…
Still longing and so…

“Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Oh let down your hair,”
But only the doorkeeper climbs by that stair.
Oh Rapunzel, still longing and so…

High in her tower, she lets down her hair
Like a bridge from the heights to the depths of despair
Or like hope, and she draws up the silk for the making of rope.

Then the answer will please;
Then the two shall be free.

Then high in her tower is she.

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