I, Rapunzel, clutched the tighter to my golden mane;
You, the wooer, prince and fighter, struggled to unchain
All those strands that held me captive to the distant past;
Strangled hopes and maladaptive dreams I had amassed
Like treasure chests with broken stocks, reduced by time to rust;
Death had killed my golden locks, and crumbled them to dust.
‘Let down your hair!’ your battle cry resounded in the dark;
But tendons tightened, terrified of barren branches; stark
My thoughts, unclothed my heart, as hope dared warm my blood;
One by one upon the start, and then a torrent flood
Descended in a golden cloud, until I stood unveiled –
Beneath my feet, a golden shroud, where former visions paled.
And now I wait, a bare-skinned maid, my Prince has won me fair;
For with the spring, I’ll grow new braids, fresh dreams will crown my hair.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
This was so bloody great
Why thank you!
Gorgeous, Melody!
Thanks Deb!
Always so impressed when someone can rhyme ‘non-artificially’. great work
Thanks! Yeah, the ‘I saw the sky /way up high/ oh my oh my’ does tend to make one’s teeth clench. 😝
But who will keep her warm all winter? 😉 Teehee. Beautiful imagery.
I imagine her prince might volunteer. 😏🤣
LOL.