Entwined

For miles on end, it seemed,

Her thick plait would travel

Down her back, it would unravel

To the floor of gravel

That sat outside her kitchen door.

 

She muttered words of lonesome

Whilst brushing her thinning, gingered hue.

So, with her locks she rescued

The bluest boy she knew,

And so she crowned him prince.

 

And with love they lived happily ever after.

But this was no fairy-tale rhyme,

And you can’t win a race against time.

And in the end, he could not climb

The rope of red, red hair and save her.

Author's Note

Another late night write. :)

Reviews

[Kaela]

I like this twist. beautiful and engaging.

[devon]

Thank you very much!

[Mir]

This is kind of like a twist on Repunzel. The last three lines of the last stanza are my favorite! Great job, as always! :P

[devon]

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it!

And Tangled is my favorite movie, and Rapunzel was always my second favorite fairy-tale (with The Goose Girl being first), so I decided to kind of pay homage to the tale, while adding my own spin on it. :)

[Mir]

Well you made an excellent spin! haha:)

[devon]

Thank you. dear!!