I’ve been locked up

In this tower high

For what feels like eternity

Waiting for a solid door

A pretty painted solid door

Needing a shiny key

My tower high, it keeps me from

Beguilers and fast talkers

The tricksters of illusion

Who dabble with their thick smoke

Then collect their shattered mirrors

I do like it up here, I must say

Way up here in my tower high

But unlike Rapunzel, so damn trusting

I dare not again unbind

My salt and pepper tresses