'Rapunzel, Rapunzel lay down your golden hair.'
I would but, my prince, there is none there.
The chemo is strong, and it has ebbed away.
Those once golden locks could not withstand the pain.
My namesake has gone, I had nothing left.
And what was to follow will surely be death.
'Oh Rapunzel Rapunzel, please let me in.'
My dear prince, I've grown ill and desperately thin
my ribs stick out underneath my pale flesh,
covered in bruises and scars; i look worse than death.
It hurts to stand up or walk around my small room,
this once ivory tower feels more like a tomb.
'Oh Rapunzel Rapunzel, please come to the door.'
She cannot answer, she is lifeless on the floor.
Her body is pale and hollow and slim,
it looks less like a person, she is more on the brim
of death's vast fortress; her time is almost done.
This tumor, this cancer, has nearly won.
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, do you hear me cry?'
Dear, dear prince it is her time to die.
She has been fighting for so long,
it is over, it's finished. It is her final song.
Tonight she is sleeping, she shall not wake in the morn,
this fair young princess will not see the dawn.