"A Dark Faery Tale" #8: Rapunzel
You've heard the tale of a girl so fair,
with lovely, golden, long blonde hair.
She was kept locked away high in a tower,
for her hair held a magical power.
Raised by an evil witch for 18 years,
she became ,herself, quite feared.
Each night the witch would steal some of her hair,
to make her own skin fair,
Each night it would age the girl more and more,
though her hair grew and grew til it covered the floor.
She needed to eat the souls of men,
so she would become young again.
One night a handsome young man wandered by
looking for a place to hide.
He knew the stories very well,
But he would not fear the witch's spell.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Won't you let down your hair?"
"But dear sir, why should I care?"
She called from the window,
her hair all aglow.
It could sense the man's soul.
And she was hungry and weak,
she could barely speak.
Before he could answer, her hair was falling down,
so long that it reached the ground,
from a tower hundreds of feet high.
The man began to climb.
Though weak, she would be ready for him.
She would eat him limb from limb.
As he neared closer to getting in,
she smiled an evil grin.
With frying pan in hand she hit him on the head.
He soon would be dead.
He became entangled in her deadly ropes of hair.
Not a bone or a drop of blood would be spared.
He was lost inside of her, never to be seen again.
How quick, the changes in her skin.
She was young and beautiful once more.
But it was time to even the score.
She was fed up with the evil witch.
She too would eat that bitch!
She had stolen her last bit of life from Rapunzel.
It was time for her to go to Hell!
© Copyright NMJ 2013
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