This poem is a retelling of your evergreen classic, "Rapunzel" by Brothers Grimm, 1812 version. Originally written for Rewind the Classic 2021 contest

Rapunzel: A hero

Amongst the autumn mist,
Sun-kissed hue and grim forest,
Shone the brick tower mighty high.

Raised in a cell,
Discreet from the outside world,
Waiting to be saved by the mysterious fate.

Abducted from the Carpenter's care,
From a loving family to a witches lair,
As a price for stealing from the sorceress fare.

Manipulated by the tests of time,
And the extremely prejudiced witches' deceit,
Misled in the name of love.

Aloft the time she rose,
To the outlining beauty,
Only to be hidden from the human eyes.

Rapunzel, was she named? After the sorceress lettuce.
To her outlasting beauty and everlasting magic.

She was taught the world was cruel,
Horrible was the word described,
Among all the happy creatures that can have been named.

But, she wasn't alone,
Her long blonde locks accompanied her aching heart,
Replenished her dreary life with a golden shade, the sorceress elixir.

Often she dreamt of a carefree life,
Happy family and a loving guy,
But the witch's reply was the same-
“The world is a bad place.”

The beauty dwelled in her penitentiary her whole life,
Deserted by the sorceress frequently,
Her childhood aligned in solitary dice.

When the moon rose high,
She sang to the night
Seeking love from the magical light.

Dreaming of a chivalrous prince,
Buckled up in armors with a rescue team,
Knocking on her windows, striving for her love and need.

When the sorceress arrived,
Planned to cut Rapunzels hair,
To boil a mixture strong.

Rapunzel prayed for her mighty knight,
When none arrived, she strived her might, fought her fears, and strangled the enemy's throat tight.

When the sun raised high,
She sat with the ashes pile,
Climbing down her prison with her golden curls, realizing she was the hero all along.