There lived a girl in a tower,
golden locks braided, dropped.
Awaiting rescue from a prince,
she spent her days locked up.
Hours of daylight passed,
staring wistful far and wide
into distances window-framed;
birds flit by on freedom’s wings.
Nights came with silence black,
her heart beat but doubted life.
Time cheated her of longed love,
but not for long, she fought back.
Cut her hair, changed her clothes,
her strength inside rebelling, glows.
Scaled herself down the cobbled wall,
And so, this fairytale ends,
she, her own hero.
I was tagged for the prompt “fairytale” by a friend on Instagram. I decided on a little tweak to a classic. 🙂