Before the Spell

There once was a girl in a town;

Who seemed to have a permanent frown.  

She paced back and forth in her room;

Only to come out and be handed a broom.

What the old story fails to tell;

Is what happened much before the spell.

You see this sweet innocent girl,

Much earlier was quite the troll.

She made it her mission to treat

Her step family worse than people with smelly feet.

While her dad was alive;

Her mission was to divide.

So you see in the end,

This original story was making the truth bend.