In a tower high
tears fall slowly
one by one
pattering at her feet
a puddle
of heartbreak
and disillusion
Deep and commanding
comes the call
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair
to the window she goes
compliant
one last time
From a tower high,
curls fall slowly
lock by shorn lock
mounding at his feet
a spurning
of his twisted
affections.
©2005 dma
