Ruinous Tangles✔

There stood a tall tower beside a tree;
It watched people below with a wicked glee.
In the tower lived a captive, 'princess hazel'—
Truth or a rumor no one could tell.

She had a head full of ravenous hair
Metres long, her beauty was indeed rare.
What an unlucky beauty though —
She lived with wicked owls and a crow.

One fine day as hazel lay,
Her hair in the balcony on display.
A poet stood astounded while passing by,
She had a seductive bundle of hair on a face so shy.

He wove poetry on every strand of her hair,
For he finally found a muse he would never share .
He entered the tower invisible,
He didn't know magic, It was just a miracle.

He wrote and wrote like a child in awe,
The more he wandered the more he saw.
The bedroom smelled of burning hair
He noticed dead owls in pair.

Further ahead he saw thrones of blood and bones,
And a big spherical object that shone.
Now a little creeped out and scared,
He went on to look closer at the kitchen wall and read,

'once you are in
you can never go out
No use wishing
no one will hear your shout.'

As he read the last word he stood utterly horrified.
His heavenly muse was solidifying from a thin hair as he stared.
Braveness was a foreign country;
Fearful awe the native country.

The said princess was a pretty witch,
The prettiest one with the longest hair and so very rich.
He still couldn't put down his pen—
Writing put him in trouble. (his mother used to tell him; all in vain)

She kisses him for the first time and last.
The poet stands aghast.
Her hair hugs his neck tight
Easy prey; no fight.

On a mystical whim,
She smiles at him,
like she does before she kills;
And as he dies time stills.

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