She was once called Rapunzel

The princess is in the tower

in the tower,

hiding away.

 

The prince is beauty

without breath.

Beneath his jewels

is a hunger

for more than gold.

 

The princess is in the tower

in the tower

hiding away.

 

She built that tower

high and mighty

trying to escape,

but there can be none.

 

The prince is coming,

is coming

to feast.

 

The princess is in the tower

in the tower,

hiding away.

 

The witch is

just mothering magic

trying to save

the maiden

from the raid.

 

Her spells of innocence

and sweet freedom

that coded childhood

are nothing against

a raging sword.

 

The prince is coming,

is coming

to feast.

 

The dragon is her

last hope.

Scales can harden skin,

but only the weak underbelly

covers the heart.

 

A stab below

and a well place gag.

Her fire

is slain.

 

The princess is cowering

in the tower,

hiding away.

 

The hero of the story

will win his glory

And they will sing his name

through the history books

while the princess’ smile

on the page

fades.

 

The princess in is the tower

weeping

cowering

as the prince

takes his

reward.