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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