Poetry from a Decaying Mind

The Tragedy of Rapunzel

A man walks through the darkened woods in a mist

The air is fowl and suffocating like a make from an alchemist

Crooked trunks and twisted limbs reach out

The man ventures forth afraid, no doubt

Through a clearing in which he stops, eyes wide with awe

A tower stands aloft; nothing shows it was nature's fault

No door is open or closed upon this tower

The man searches for almost an hour

The man, weary and tired, decides to give up on this mission

He stands to leave the wretched tower, then a flash of a premonition

He sees fire twisting up the tower consuming it whole

Yet he also feels a pain, like the fire has burnt into his soul

Back to reality he looks upon the tower with questions in his mind

He then notices a shadow up in the tower, in the dark they combine

Thinking his eyes are playing tricks, he stares into the dark

He then hears a slight song, music being played on the harp

He calls upon the tower, to the window at the top

And just like the drop of a pin, the music did stop

The moon glistens upon the window, the figure hidden

He calls to her, to show herself, his words bidden

Taken aback was the man as the figure steps forth

There stands a young women, her beauty like a force

The moonlight shines upon her as he felt her eyes gaze

Like the fire that he saw, his heart ignited, ablaze

He calls upon her, asking for her name

Her name, her name t'was a simple proclaim

She calls down to him, in a voice so delicate

So soft is her call yet the sound is adequate

Rapunzel was the young maiden's name

It rings throughout his mind like he is going insane

He asks for a way into the tower with no doors but with one window

Her voice was rising like a growing crescendo

No way in and no way out, besides the window atop

He calls to her he shall search nonstop

To the town he rides to seek answers

Riding so fast through the mist past campers

Curious to see why this man has fled so quick

Cautiously walking though as they sailed on the Styx

They find the tower, these gypsies and thieves

Easily frightened by the night, by the leaves

They look upon the tower full of wonderment they feared

To see if it was the man, Rapunzel finally appeared

The gypsies screamed in terror at the pale woman's shadow

Their screams rang throughout the woods with an echo

In his heart, the man feels that terror from afar

Knowing something is wrong, heeding that alarm

He begins to ride back into the forest

Ready to ride through fire, to find the arsonist

The thieves held their women away from the tower deemed evil

They label her a demon, the true words of the imbecile

Faster and faster as he rides, not knowing the deed

The poor horse had stopped, the frightened steed

The campers had brought their torches to light up the damned

The night has influenced them,  fear has made them misunderstand

This poor soul locked in this tower is mere mortal

Far from the lies that she was paranormal

The man trudges through the muck of the suffocating woods

His heart sinking for fire burned within, refusing the water from the brooks

The thieves brought their torches with a cruel intention

As drunk as their alcohol-fueled rage, the tower has their full attention

The man stops, his heart sinking down

The smoke rises above the trees, his heart begin to drown

When he finally breaks through the limbs that held him back

The tower had already fallen, a corpse lay torched black

He runs to the body and holds it close to his chest

He held her so tight, knowing that she is at rest

The campers tried to get him out of the fire

Yet the man stayed, his own personal pyre

That night the forest had burned to the ground

The tower fallen, as the fires scorched everything earthbound

In the heart of the blackened woods, far from civilization

Two figures stayed, purely nature's manifestation

T'was the man and Rapunzel as their ash-ridden statues stay

She in his arms forever shall she lay

While their bodies shall never decay

Their story of love forever to underplay