The Lost Magic
Once, long ago,
A girl was filled with the power of believing.
Growing with the love and magic that came with believing,
The graceful girl kindly greeted anyone with open arms.
Then came along a test that forever doom the girl.
Her loved ones were torn away from her;
swiftly;
tragically;
menacingly;
Shaken, betrayed by all that she believed
the girl disappeared.
A woman stood tall, her eyes showed a force ever so powerful
Misfortune befell over everyone near her
but they didn’t matter to the woman;
they didn’t make her believe like the others.
And so misfortune fell on everyone.
Misery won, all because faith was lost on the girl-
And instead of a happily ever after:
A woman stood tall-
while the girl cried all the magic away.
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