With no true witness
No one to pray for the departed
And no remains of the mistress.
A grey towered castle against grey slab rocks
Stood in an abandoned island,amidst the sea.
Neither fauna, nor village folks
Did dare explore the island, so strange and eerie.
But the glittering sea concealed tales untold
The castle walls bore witness to the unknown history
The solitary call for liberation; yet so bold
And the surrounding held an air of great mystery.
The remote place had a world of its own
The walls were bars for someone beautiful
With withered fate, and scathed fortune
As no mortal did respond to her desperate call.
Grown immune at last had she, to prison life
Its pains; away from the essence of the world
Had stopped every hope, strife
A hapless victim, as they called.
Yet one day the magnificent bells tolled
Announced of freedom, unrestricted mortality
But no one came, no voice called
No Rapunzel is she nor sleeping beauty.
Twenty years passed