Thursday, March 13, 2014

A Tale - Syllabics Poem

She stands by a window
Caught in a shaft of sunlight
Face turned away

Her gaze rests on the bow
Its arrows used in the fight
No more to fly

Footsteps sound on flagstones
Echoing up the spiral steps
Death comes swiftly

Shouts rebound from below
Soldiers yell with combined might
Victory in sight

Her long blonde hair braided
An instrument of defeat
No salvation

The door to her tower
Swings into her chamber room
“Fair Rapunzel,”

“Let down your hair.”

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