(better descriptions to be made soon. Time management is focused on items for the time being)

Along came Molly,
A pretty young thing
Heart made of gold
Head full of shame.
Beasts would point and laugh,
All day long.
They'd tell her she's evil,
Though she did nothing wrong.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to bleed.
She wanted to convince them,
But they were too blind to see.
She ran away
to a place in her mind,
Both darker than her torment,
And equally as kind.
Her anguish and love,
Brought on a physical form.
And so Molly the witch,
Was no longer torn.