1.
It was a lonely ride for the knight.
Upon black horse he sat,
Weary and worn.
Until when he would espie his damsel.
The tower was bleak.
Shallow in its outlook.
Mist caressed the stones atop.
And the savage rain thickened.
2.
At the top of this great yet sordid entrapment,
The knights eyes beheld the window from hence the damsel could be saved.
But alas,
He felt a deep sadness clutch him.
For the height of the tower was too great.
The mist was getting ever more suffocating and the tower top was now lost.
3.
\"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!\"
His baneful echos in the sodden velvet darkness,
Reached far and wide,
And after a time she appeared.
All at once a deep red fountain of his dear damsels hair,
Glided down the length of the stones,
To his feet.
Hearing her voice -
Beseeching him to climb,
He started his ascent.
4.
Oh how soft and sweet the hair was.
Softer then silk yet the colour;
Like the autumn leaves dansing in the rain.
And oh the rain!
How it lashed and pounded against the knight.
Battered and torn,
He perceived the top.
But his maiden seems mute.
5.
Nearly losing his grip on the locks he held.
Shock took over his soul,
As the sunset red hair turned to ebony.
Finding the small window,
He enters a tiny room and beholds his treasure.
6.
A grusome sound erupted from the tower then.
His eyes fell on Rapunzel.
Draped in a gown of the darkest green -
Wovenm it seemed, from the very grass.
The velvet shone in the vague light.
Stepping silently closer,
He watched her in eternal slumber.
Her soul dansing to the summerlands.
Grief stricken,
The knight bewails her fate.
Like a wolf baying at the moon.
His mourning wail continued til his voice was a mere rasp.
7.
He, her knight in shining armour.
She, his damsel in distress.
The beautiful maiden.
But alas!
Her fate forever doomed,
As she is dead before he could hath saved her.
Why must death be so untimly in her visit?
What was the cause of the black cloak embracing her so?
But no answers the knight could find.
Defeated and in mourning,
He resided to slowly passing away his days,
Lying there on the floor by her side.
With the cold embrace of his Rapunzel as the only comfort.
