They stole from my beautiful garden
The only thing I had left
They took my plant
So I took their young child
To protect her, I locked her in a tall tower
Our home was in the middle of the forest
Her hair was long and golden like the sun
The most beautiful hair in all the land
It hung like a rope to the ground
She called me, Mother and I called her, Daughter
I fed her and clothed her, she sang to me
She would live with me forever
For I will never have a child of my own
One day, the king’s son heard her angelic voice
With her hair, he climbed the tower
He brought her red roses from the garden
He wished to marry her and pledge his love
I waited for him to leave
I grabbed scissors and cut off her hair
She cried when I left her alone in the desert
Her hair, short and jagged
When he called out to her to let down her hair
I lowered the hair I had cut
He climbed to the top, surprised I laughed and pushed him down
He fell upon thorns from the rose bush
Injured, he could no longer see
For year, he wandered the woods
Feeding off berries and leaves
One day, he wandered in the desert
He heard a familiar voice
It was her
She sang and they danced
My final years, I spent alone in the tower
The golden locks of hair, replaced by a rope
The locks of the gold were gone forever
I took my final breath and longed to hear voice one last time