Song | Rapunzel Sonnets |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
Sonnet I | |
Dreaming from my tower | |
In the air | |
Higher than the trees | |
Surrounding close | |
Wondering if men | |
Would find me fair | |
Footsteps down below | |
Break my repose | |
The mist about my window | |
Hinders me | |
From viewing | |
Who would enter in my court | |
But so few visitors I chance to see | |
Intent I am | |
On making my report | |
And tuning my sweet song | |
Towards the earth | |
I’ll change my fate | |
Which left me here since birth | |
Sonnet II | |
Six notes | |
Only had I sounded | |
When | |
The footsteps came nearer my prison wall | |
Trembled I | |
Yet sounded them again | |
And from what seemed the pit of earth | |
Heard call | |
A voice | |
Quite different | |
From those I had heard | |
Though I could count that number on one hand | |
My lips | |
Too dry to speak a single word | |
I wondered | |
Why I had not better planned | |
And tried in vain to step back from the sill | |
For something held my hair | |
And kept me still | |
Sonnet III | |
I tried to scream | |
But sound I could not make | |
My frightened wit had robbed me of my speech | |
I thought of how my tresses | |
I might break | |
But spied the scissors | |
Just beyond my reach | |
Frantically | |
I fumbled through my skirts | |
Searching for my dagger in the fold | |
The same I used | |
For tearing linen shirts | |
And as I knew | |
Not what of me had hold | |
To sacrifice my braids | |
I raised my knife | |
Too late! | |
I now must kill to save my life | |
Sonnet IV | |
My point directed at the stranger’s chin, | |
No time was left for severing his rope | |
But shall I murder him | |
Or let him in? | |
I was too stunned at what I saw | |
To hope for some salvation | |
I knew I was lost | |
Whichever was my choice | |
It mattered not | |
The mist had cleared | |
My innocence the cost | |
And for one endless moment | |
I was wrought | |
Of human flesh | |
And human cares and fears | |
The fantasy of fables | |
Read for years | |
Sonnet V | |
A face it was | |
Yea, it had lips and eyes | |
But unlike that which greets me in the glass | |
In its twin orbs | |
I saw no less surprise | |
And so we stood | |
Two statues made of brass | |
I gazing in his eyes | |
And he in mine | |
As though we might have read each other’s thoughts | |
He smiled slowly | |
As one | |
Drunk with wine | |
When suddenly the forest rang with shots | |
The hunters oft’ before had come too near | |
And so I bid adieu | |
To all my fear | |
Sonnet VI | |
Hardly knowing half of what I did | |
But well aware the half | |
I knew was mad | |
I grasped his arms as virtue may forbid | |
And pulled the creature with what strength I had | |
Into the chamber | |
To the floor we fell | |
Then scrambled I | |
To my poniard retrieve | |
And asked him now | |
At death’s third door | |
To tell | |
Why cam’st he hence | |
And bade him not deceive | |
For if he should be false | |
Despite his beauty | |
Though I be fooled | |
My dagger knew its duty | |
Sonnet VII | |
His lips then moved | |
But not a sound was heard | |
I saw them | |
As two petals from a rose | |
When finally | |
He was fit to say a word | |
I was content examining his nose | |
He made some mention | |
Of a songbird’s tune | |
I was not listening | |
But o’erlooked his brow | |
He claimed | |
He would have climbed up to the moon | |
I wished to give him peace | |
But knew not how | |
He had not thought his rope a maiden’s hair | |
Upon my life | |
I found the creature fair! | |
Sonnet VIII | |
The deed explained | |
He begged of me my name | |
“Rapunzel” | |
I replied | |
“A man thou art?” | |
“I am” | |
The creature laughed | |
“The very same | |
How long hast thou been kept from life | |
Apart?” | |
I told him how | |
For one and twenty years | |
My home had been the walls | |
He saw around me | |
How no amount of pleading | |
Nor no tears | |
Have gained a visitor | |
Until he found me | |
But when I think upon it | |
I recall | |
For staring | |
He did not hear me at all | |
Sonnet IX | |
It seemed to me | |
We may as well not speak | |
His eyes had gone | |
As cloudy as the day | |
He asked if he might | |
Come again that week | |
And I knew | |
He must soon be gone away | |
He took my hands | |
And pressed them in his own | |
As if by doing so | |
He should stay longer | |
He told me of the world | |
I might have known | |
Vowing to return | |
And slay my wronger | |
Then promising no harm | |
His head he bent | |
And kissed my lips | |
Then out the sill he went | |
Sonnet X | |
Lowering himself | |
As he had come | |
Through the mist | |
My creature disappeared | |
Riding back | |
To all that he was from | |
And all that I could never be | |
I feared | |
And yet | |
What raven locks fell 'round his face | |
What gentle eyes | |
As gray as seagulls wings | |
A voice so soft | |
My words cannot replace | |
The memory | |
Of a thousand lovely things | |
And so I’ll dream again | |
Of arms more sweet | |
The dagger | |
I had dropped | |
Lies at my feet |
Sonnet I | |
Dreaming from my tower | |
In the air | |
Higher than the trees | |
Surrounding close | |
Wondering if men | |
Would find me fair | |
Footsteps down below | |
Break my repose | |
The mist about my window | |
Hinders me | |
From viewing | |
Who would enter in my court | |
But so few visitors I chance to see | |
Intent I am | |
On making my report | |
And tuning my sweet song | |
Towards the earth | |
I' ll change my fate | |
Which left me here since birth | |
Sonnet II | |
Six notes | |
Only had I sounded | |
When | |
The footsteps came nearer my prison wall | |
Trembled I | |
Yet sounded them again | |
And from what seemed the pit of earth | |
Heard call | |
A voice | |
Quite different | |
From those I had heard | |
Though I could count that number on one hand | |
My lips | |
Too dry to speak a single word | |
I wondered | |
Why I had not better planned | |
And tried in vain to step back from the sill | |
For something held my hair | |
And kept me still | |
Sonnet III | |
I tried to scream | |
But sound I could not make | |
My frightened wit had robbed me of my speech | |
I thought of how my tresses | |
I might break | |
But spied the scissors | |
Just beyond my reach | |
Frantically | |
I fumbled through my skirts | |
Searching for my dagger in the fold | |
The same I used | |
For tearing linen shirts | |
And as I knew | |
Not what of me had hold | |
To sacrifice my braids | |
I raised my knife | |
Too late! | |
I now must kill to save my life | |
Sonnet IV | |
My point directed at the stranger' s chin, | |
No time was left for severing his rope | |
But shall I murder him | |
Or let him in? | |
I was too stunned at what I saw | |
To hope for some salvation | |
I knew I was lost | |
Whichever was my choice | |
It mattered not | |
The mist had cleared | |
My innocence the cost | |
And for one endless moment | |
I was wrought | |
Of human flesh | |
And human cares and fears | |
The fantasy of fables | |
Read for years | |
Sonnet V | |
A face it was | |
Yea, it had lips and eyes | |
But unlike that which greets me in the glass | |
In its twin orbs | |
I saw no less surprise | |
And so we stood | |
Two statues made of brass | |
I gazing in his eyes | |
And he in mine | |
As though we might have read each other' s thoughts | |
He smiled slowly | |
As one | |
Drunk with wine | |
When suddenly the forest rang with shots | |
The hunters oft' before had come too near | |
And so I bid adieu | |
To all my fear | |
Sonnet VI | |
Hardly knowing half of what I did | |
But well aware the half | |
I knew was mad | |
I grasped his arms as virtue may forbid | |
And pulled the creature with what strength I had | |
Into the chamber | |
To the floor we fell | |
Then scrambled I | |
To my poniard retrieve | |
And asked him now | |
At death' s third door | |
To tell | |
Why cam' st he hence | |
And bade him not deceive | |
For if he should be false | |
Despite his beauty | |
Though I be fooled | |
My dagger knew its duty | |
Sonnet VII | |
His lips then moved | |
But not a sound was heard | |
I saw them | |
As two petals from a rose | |
When finally | |
He was fit to say a word | |
I was content examining his nose | |
He made some mention | |
Of a songbird' s tune | |
I was not listening | |
But o' erlooked his brow | |
He claimed | |
He would have climbed up to the moon | |
I wished to give him peace | |
But knew not how | |
He had not thought his rope a maiden' s hair | |
Upon my life | |
I found the creature fair! | |
Sonnet VIII | |
The deed explained | |
He begged of me my name | |
" Rapunzel" | |
I replied | |
" A man thou art?" | |
" I am" | |
The creature laughed | |
" The very same | |
How long hast thou been kept from life | |
Apart?" | |
I told him how | |
For one and twenty years | |
My home had been the walls | |
He saw around me | |
How no amount of pleading | |
Nor no tears | |
Have gained a visitor | |
Until he found me | |
But when I think upon it | |
I recall | |
For staring | |
He did not hear me at all | |
Sonnet IX | |
It seemed to me | |
We may as well not speak | |
His eyes had gone | |
As cloudy as the day | |
He asked if he might | |
Come again that week | |
And I knew | |
He must soon be gone away | |
He took my hands | |
And pressed them in his own | |
As if by doing so | |
He should stay longer | |
He told me of the world | |
I might have known | |
Vowing to return | |
And slay my wronger | |
Then promising no harm | |
His head he bent | |
And kissed my lips | |
Then out the sill he went | |
Sonnet X | |
Lowering himself | |
As he had come | |
Through the mist | |
My creature disappeared | |
Riding back | |
To all that he was from | |
And all that I could never be | |
I feared | |
And yet | |
What raven locks fell ' round his face | |
What gentle eyes | |
As gray as seagulls wings | |
A voice so soft | |
My words cannot replace | |
The memory | |
Of a thousand lovely things | |
And so I' ll dream again | |
Of arms more sweet | |
The dagger | |
I had dropped | |
Lies at my feet |