Her Second Chance
At long last, her magic sings,
swerving through her motley wings.
How good it felt to have that fast,
as slow a hundred years had passed.
And now she would make full amends
to all alive, both foes and friends:
to help purge darkness from the wood.
No more mischief, sworn to good.
Enchantment solely to protect
her wonderland from being wrecked
by all the demons she had freed
before she shattered spells of greed.
Her Second Chance © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 2, 2019