Response-3: Hansel's Game, Hoshi

Let down your long hair

I grew up in a tower

My room was hoisted at the top

The doors sealed by perfectly aligned bricks

I tried to go outside once,

But ended up with a broken neck

A Seventy feet drop, luckily it was just the neck

Mother shook her head

‘What a foolish child she said’

So she cast a spell on my hair, and long it grew

Now I cannot move

My tresses chains me to this tower

But I am not bored, as birds bring me gossip

The latest news is about

The witch of the western forest

They said she is kept in a box ice box

A pity, as she and mother

Got along quite well,

And her cookies were delicious,

Pity I never got the recipe.