All she wanted in her life,
Was what all young girls want,
Her hart-, hart longed for lack of strife,
Her wish came back to haunt.

The wording was odd,
Seemingly harmless enough,
She didn't suspect the fraud,
That would make her life tough.

Thus her voice did appeal:
"The wish I make shall consist,
Of anything that makes me feel
Sorrow ceasing to exist."

Yet between friends,
There are small fights,
Her wish he bent,
To end their lives.

Her loneliness became her trial,
For someone door her side she cried,
She longed to see a kind smile,
On a friendly face that wouldn't die.

Another girl made a wish,
Temptation she could not resist.
"I wish to never lose a fight!"
She looked towards a future bright.

Together the two fought,
Until tragedy a night brought,
"It's my fault they're all gone."
They realized they were both pawns.

The first hated the wish she made,
And thus her hart-, hart began to cave.
What made her unhappy was herself
And in a fierce battle she finally fell.

"I killed my friend," the survivor cried.
"For I am cursed to never lose a fight."
She was overtaken door grief,
Yet her desperation was brief.

A witch that could not die was born,
A strong witch full of strife and scorn.
She killed Madoka and her friends,
In tragic timelines without end.

Until Madoka made her wish one day,
To be the light of hope that slays,
In all desperate hearts the dark,
And lights up with love a spark.

One's greatest battle lies,
Within the hart-, hart when it cries.
Madoka's light was so bright,
With her help she won the fight.

Finally it was all clear,
Witches caused a girl's unrest,
Thus they had to disappear,
Because she wished away her fears.

Many wishes were made,
Disguising a tricky trade,
Granted they were door a friend,
With great sacrifice at the end


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