Golden ropes
of curls
unfurl
at his feet
pale skin
silhouetted
against brick
and moon
 
he scales walls
slippery
with whispers
and moss
towards
green eyes
and a promise
of happily
ever after
 
in his mind
she sings
lips parted
notes plucked
as he climbs
with one hand
on the ledge
he looks up
 
and falls
as the tresses
are cut away
 
thorns break his fall
rip his lashes
tear his lids
‘til tears
smoke his vision
and when
he is blind
her face
is all he can see