Her crown, her hair, the people dream to hold
From root to tip, it was made up of gold!
Curly and free and quite phenomenal
Genuinely luminous—that is natural
She might seem normal but she is remarkable
Each strand of her hair is inexplicable
It possesses immense good luck
Effectiveness runs out if you ought to chuck
Both proud and pristine
My sweet little Kristine
With her fortunate blessing
Made the people muddling
Treated like an animal
Used her hair for nonsensical!
But its magic weirdly convert
As its host was badly hurt
Everything happened so fast
To afar, they were cast
Wildly accused of witchcraft
Made her feeling so daft
A mother—left alone with
A father—long disappeared
A friend—she necessitates
Her life—she terribly disgraced
Happy and satisfied
This little girl was confide
She had almost everything in the past
But everything did not last
©PeculiarPat34
Dedicated to my (un-biological) little sister.
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