Rupunzel: A Self Portait

Rupunzel – shalt thou e’er be free of that vile enchantress? Thou pray – on bended knee made crimson – in placid morns that the e’er ticking clock shalt toll the hour of thy emancipation and thy prince shalt come on swift steed and ferry thee away to a make shift haven. The proclamation remains stillborn – the clock does toll. The cry of emancipation is a hot flame. O Rupunzel – be thou a daft knave to snuff out thy emancipation in thou haste made fervour for thy prince. Go thou out yonder – emancipate thyn self less thy be made a maiden of thou own volition.