Rapunzel

Golden clouds do wrap themselves round the windows of my tower,
piercing beams of sunlight struggle through,
Some say there is magic in this shining creamy hour,
perhaps if I didn't see this everyday I'd say so too.
At night the stars glitter at me,
like cold eyes, uncaring,
Looking down at my book I see,
Damsels and princes daring.
But none of them prove intrueging.
When darkness cloaks the land,
The warm shimmers of candlelight,
Are more comforting than,
The silvery star gleaming in the night.
And my hair grows ever heavier,
Till I'm sure my neck will break,
And I long to throw myself over,
See how long hitting the ground will take.
But as I sit here,
The tower grows ever taller,
Down my cheek comes a tear,
I want to scream and HOLLER.
I want to yell and shout.
But...
I'm a cowardly yellow canary,
And I can't ever get out.

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Unhappy Bride

She's clad in white silk,
She's draped in pearls,
Icy and cold like a tall glass of milk,
A veil covers her curls.
Her rosy face is pale today,
Her hands are all atremble,
She reaches to wipe a tear away,
As outside the crowds asssemble.
The golden band around her finger,
brings to mind shackles of old,
once she read and dreamed of,
Wizards and princes so bold.
But hopes are crushed,
and dreams are crumbled,
She stares into the mirror,
Closes her eyes and remembers,
when her dresses were torn,
And her hair tumbled.
Now in all her clothes so fine,
Cold realization washes over her mind,
Washes over her heart.
The ring burns,
Her stomach turns
And she takes a step out the door.