strands of gold

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Rumpelstiltskin weft the hair
and spun it into a commodity.
then laced a curse in the strand;
but fibre became adamant,
it would turn into a blessing.

when he was done weaving; he laced
and when he was done lacing; he weaved.
his nimble hands lack courage;
and his conscience lacked all things.
but character was adamant
he would be pious one day.
just not on the market days.

far and wide; the news eloped
to ears who could bear the tale;
that on the fourth market day,
he would bring all the tresses he has made.
and those who wept like willows
told the wind their desire;
dreamt to be the Beaute of Summer. damsels waded by the moonlight
lit by the glistening stars.
he weaved tresses of blonde from straw
and it became Rapunzel’s legacy.

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