Raspunzel

In the realm of Anonyma (a witch with a glitch)

She sat in front of the huge iron pot stirring into the magic potion… stirring and daydreaming…
Her long, long sleeves didn’t seem to upset her at all in the process, nor did the army like dress, buttoned up to her chin and reaching her heels, seem to upset the movements of her body around the cryptic room...
She wore her straight, chocolate-like hair not long, nor short, coming slightly over her shoulders... her almond-shaped green eyes glowing, as she stirred, remembering scenes she wished she could prolong with her spells... her small sweet nose sniffed the aromatic air knowing by heart already, though she was so very young, how the potions should smell... her thin long fingers barely touched the long spoon, her whispered voice could hardly be heard as she sang her enchantments.
She looked like a child, a helpless one, naive in front of life’s pleasures and pains... but her heart was turning out to be that of a passionate woman...
Oh – if only he could see her heart as it thrilled for him when she saw his face in the furrows of the magic liquid. And how clearly she saw him: with his gold-like curls and his eyes so dark they’d make the night seem pale.. and when he went out ridding he looked as if the world was made for him to conquer.. and one day, after he will have put behind his lustful playing, conquer he shall!
She needn’t check her cards nor look within the magic books, or the crystal ball, for she knew this truth and one more. That he then would need a good faithful wife beside him. And she would be there, waiting for him. She needn’t look, she knew it well.
Oh sweet as honey was his smile, and she smiled back into the waving image.
But darker did the potion turn when her image rose from underneath … oh how much Anonyma would have liked to send the vision back into the abyss..
with her dark, long, rich hair, flowing sensually down her round firm hips, with her breasts coming out of the colorful nothing she wore.. and her devilish eyes and big smiles.. Lola could only be the work of the fallen one… her perfect shapes and sinuous lines were made to dazzle .. and dazzling was the music, and sinuous did the wine flow.. the party was going strong and Anonyma felt miserable as she saw them dancing the night away with randy moves that made her veer with sickness.
And then she hit the liquid with a splash.
Drops of fine sweat were coming down her small pale face as she remembered the scenes that so disturbed her. The sun came through the window piercing her eyes and Morbid was crowing out the window.
“O dearest friend! Where have you been? What news you bring?”
She heard then trumpets out in the market.. “..there must be something important to be announced!” she thought out loud.
She stared from the window down into the market-square, as Morbid came closer to her arms. The rabble was there already waiting in hunger for the news and more.
Come did the king, in a while, with his beautiful queen. Cheers for them and trumpets for all.
Anonyma knew them well, for her beloved father had served them dearly and advised them wisely.
And what a dear, wise father she had had!
“But shush Morbid, what does he say?”
“O, no?! The prince to be wed within the day?! And to whom, I pray?!”
“To Lola, you fool!” said Morbid with dismay.
“A thousand curses, a million even!”.. “O father, where have I failed …why didn’t I listen?.. they told me well.. they said I’d forever not know him.. “
She smashed all she could put her hands onto, magic flew all through... Abyssus, the skull, was sent from here to there, poor Morbid, not a squeak to say he didn’t dare.
She was so enraged she slapped herself, cursing and beating her small chest, pulling her hair.. shouting and swearing…
Hours later she fell to the ground, with silent Morbid hanging around.
The vapors of the potion flew in the room, silently finding their way towards freedom. In the aromatic air her sleep was heavy, and in her sleep an old man’s face she saw.. his trembled voice told her she’d never have the man whose child she shall nurse, but the child she shall nurse she shall never bear, and the one she shall not bear will be…
And then she woke with a shiver.. it was night, her body felt sore, her head weary.
The streets were loud.. and the skies illuminated with fire..
Joy and wines were flowing on end.. and so did her tears while burning her cheeks.
In the months that came she understood her place was not there anymore.
The old kings had gone, the newlyweds were eternally in song..
Lola’s curves became more round, for she was bearing a child no doubt.
Anonyma found a little place, a clearing in the woods and slowly build a white skinny tower where she would stay.. with Morbid…and…
One day as she was putting her magic books away into the shelves Morbid came round to say:
“It’s time! The little one has arrived!”
So she went back towards the town, being a week away..
Nobody to recognize her in the place... she had grown skinnier and paler, wore black and had the eyes of melancholic despair.
By tricks and spells she got into the castle, into the chambers of Lola… ah, she wanted just a glimpse of her.. one last look… the one she hated so much it hurt!
Giggles and laughter.. Lola was there.. Anonyma peeked from behind a curtain.. yes, as luring as ever was she.. but she was not charming the king that day, it was another one with whom she play… Anonyma was terrified.. where was the idiot as the baby cried?!
She went at first the child to take, for her heart was not yet of stone made.. then crossed the passage into the king's chambers.
“You fool!” she shouted with his baby in her arms… but what is this?
The maid was there? And did the king seem in despair?
Joyful he stood and naked in all his mightiness.
And Anonyma couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked at the baby – “Oh, what a horrible surprise!”
So she left the castle and the town, left them in their idiotic misery and their fancy gown.
She took the child and was very pleased. She would raise her like her own, there was nothing the girl would miss.
The child grew merry next to Anonyma and Morbid.
Her long blond hair remembered the young witch of her once-beloved prince. But the bright devilish eyes were of her mothers. The smiles she gave could melt the sun, and her voice was like that of a bird when spring begun.
Anonyma taught her all, to read and write, poems and music, to paint into the night.
But Anonyma’s soul was heavy for the girl had a glow, and one could see the twinkle in her eyes and how she’d play in the mirror and how she’d lie..
Morbid used to nod his head and say “This one will also break your heart one day!.. For blood is thicker even than your magic potions!”
But Anonyma would not hear of it!
“You silly bird, what do you know?! This child is mine, she knows no other way!”
Days went by and Rapunzel would grow.. more beautiful than ever and more.. charming than any.
Anonyma looked at her day and night and with a sorrow she had to admit the girl was a wonder. And maybe Morbid was right? Maybe she’d leave the tower one day... And forget of the young witch and the raven that raised her up?
So then she understood – Rapunzel was not to be seen by any, besides herself and Morbid.
Her long blond hair grew thick and long, so Anonyma thought:
“For her not to go out I shall destroy the entrance to the house! And I shall enter or exit through the window, I’ll use her hair as a ladder!”
By a clap of her hands the stairs disappeared, by a snap of her fingers the door became wall, she was so happy she could sing it all!
And Morbid looked and nodded his head “Oh, my dear one, why must you sweat?”
Days went by and Rapunzel would sing and dance, would throw now and then out the window a glance.
One day as Anonyma was coming back from her trips in the forest a young prince had seen her pass by.
She was by now a young woman with the body of an agile feline, her green eyes hiding with a spin the mysteries of the forests within and her paleness made her look so refined, so the young man got some ideas in his mind.
He hung the horse from the bridle to a tree, and after crept along slowly.
When getting closer to the lady from the woods he saw the tall tower and heard a song. He waited silently to see what was coming along.
And then he heard Anonyma: ”Rapunzel, Rapunzel, lower down your hair!”
And there she was in the window, so perfect!
Rapunzel with her hair.. her eyes so clear…her smile so sweet… he felt like by angels he had been hit.
And as the blond thick hair came down the thin young lady went up.
Poor boy, poor prince – he could find his peace no more.
He could not for a minute stay anymore without being next to the one he saw.
For hours he stayed near the tower in despair.. and then the next day... the pale lady came down the hair with a sway.
She left again in the wood, she and the raven on top of her hood.
So the prince came near the tower and said as he had seen:” Rapunzel, Rapunzel lower down your hair!”
And Rapunzel came to the window to look with a stare.
“Oh, my God! A man ..in the flesh!”
Rapunzel’s blood started to boil.. she looked at the prince and knew exactly what she would like to be told.
So she lowered down her hair and he came up… and fast was their love and hot like the sun. As he left he promised the next day he’d come.
And so days went by.
Anonyma and Morbid could smell something in the air.. and Rapunzel ..there was something going on with her hair.
So one day Anonyma pretended to leave, but finally she just hid behind a big leaf.
And the prince came round and sung “Rapunzel, Rapunzel.. don’t let me down!”.
Anonyma could feel the blood boiling in her veins, she felt her eyes turning red with despair.
So she called “Come Morbid, come and help me fly, let me see that this is all but a lie!”
But it was no lie, for finally Rapunzel was but the offspring of her parents.
She stood there naked, drinking wine he had brought, teasing him and laughing.. but the worst was Rapunzel was slandering her name ..she, the one who had raised her and gave her all?!
Bitter tears came to Anonyma’s eyes, and the furry she once felt almost chocked her..
“You wretched girl! You stupid one! Who are you to talk of me ill?”
“And this is what I taught you to do? Lose your life in lust and perdition?”
But Rapunzel kept on laughing and threw wine in her face: ”You're nothing but a cube of ice, you do nothing all day but read your life away! You're either with a book or a spell, only Morbid knows you well! I feel pity for you! You'll never be a true woman and nobody will see you through!"
The skull flew again from one place to another, books came down from the shelves, and objects were smashed…Anonyma told them to get out!
She banned Rapunzel to ever come back again “Take your long hair and disappear!”
She cried and cried, until she could cry no more…
and then she heard Morbid say: “Well my pretty, I’d like us to get married, if to speak I may!”
She leaned towards him and looked into his his huge dark eyes... she closed her own… and gave him a kiss.. and guess what came after?
Well.... for now all that I can say is that the rest will be written one day!