Rapunzel

Rapunzel

A plait of question marks glowing gold

Fell to the ground,

I climbed this curious ladder until I found

A monster one should not behold.

 

He had no teeth to terrify

No eyes molten with hell-hewn rage

No den, no lair, no impressive cage

No fiery breath from which one could die.

 

He was not the darkness of the tower

But the darkness of my wandering mind

That darkness which has the strongest power

That darkness which keeps man forever blind.

 

I tried to kill this grotesque beast

But no weapon could kill the stubborn fixation

No weapon could upset his daily feast

Of the sweet figments of my imagination.

 

Every day I reach the tower again

And hope to end this loss of years

End this climb of the golden mane

And finally conquer the darkness of my fears.

 

By Sarah Mills.