I’d just weathered another trial
I’d once again looked into the ravenous eye of Belial
Then I felt that feeling I hadn’t felt in a while
The fang of the infernal never loses its style
Even at this late hour
I don’t even know how to feel divine power
Once again locked in Rapunzel’s tower
The familiarity turns my heart so sour
Through the window streams glinting light divine
The joy of knowing that this prison isn’t mine
Rising above that which makes me furious
A swirl of thought in the air makes me curious
The possibility of escape via golden-haired rope
My heart beats with the blood of hope
This poet is really talented.