![]() Golden LocksA Poem by EverEmmaI step
across the stone bridge Fog looming
in the distance A gentle
moonlit beam comes down Onto the
cobblestone road The gentle
hooting of an owl guides me I see a dirt
path in the distance The trees
soon follow A biting
wind picks up as I approach Eyes peek
out from every branch, Every hole,
and every rock Watching my
every move As I trudge
through the thick mud Cuts soon
grace every inch of my legs Blood
staining my new tights I stop for a
break and realize that my earring is missing What a pity,
it was a pearl I can no
longer carry my golden locks, And they
drop to the grotesque floor My heel just
broke, In the
sickly swamp I finally
give up and let my tiara fall I see a
light from between the talking trees And start
running Home at
last! The magenta
castle towers over me And I
breathe a sigh of relief Now I can
take a bubble bath, take off my gown, and go to sleep! It’s good to
be called Rapunzel sometimes Even if you
have to sneak out to get groceries © 2010 EverEmmaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 13, 2010 Last Updated on December 13, 2010 Author![]() EverEmmaHome, GAAboutIf it is 2013, and you are reading this, what are you doing here? What am I doing here is probably the better question, though. Ah well, carry on. ---------------- Hello everyone, my name is Em.. more..Writing
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