Fairy Tale | Rebecca Nebeker

Conditions of a Blonde

A resonationg call
brings a solemn reply
from a fierce stone fortress.

Listen to the song from up high.
A loose flaxen rope,
that golden ladder
a silk halo stair.
Falling like grace to your feet.

A rough heart,
and a dirty hand,
brings snips of scissors
and a painful fate with thorns.