RAPUNZEL REVISITED

Blessed with beauty and tresses golden, sparkling with colours of fall

Skin of porcelain, a dainty damsel she was Rapunzel fairest of them all

Enchanting and charming everyone with her lilting voice and song

She mesmerized everyone who came along

Praised to the skies and pampered everywhere

Pride swelled her head she demanded more than her share

Entitled and brash turned her demeanor

The townsfolk were saddened by her stinging words as were her father and mother

Weeping at this sad turn of events they lamented night and day

Rapunzel had an icy heart, she smirked and turned away

Strutting into a library, a book on the dark arts she did devour

Rapacious was her goal to attain everlasting youth and mighty magical power

An evil sorceress she became over time and with practice

Sweet natured Rapunzel had a rotten heart full of malice

Turning men who defied her into ugly toads and pretty girls to stone

She broke everyone’s heart, she wouldn't leave anyone alone

Dark clouds loomed over the town and lightning struck the ground

Folks wept for their children and loved ones all around

Redemption was soon on the way and Rapunzel’s days were numbered

Plans were soon made for this evil to be done away with and mercilessly captured

Rapunzel was served apple pie laced with sleeping powder

When she knocked off, they hacked off her flowing tresses and locked her in a god forsaken tower

Brambles and ivy vines grew wild and opulent

Obscuring it from view, ages have gone by with Evil Rapunzel long gone, totally non existent !

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Online Sources DeviantArt

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