In a realm where innocence held sway,
A tale unfolds of a little girl's dismay.
Too young to grasp, her brother's play,
A bond fractured, emotions in disarray.
At tender five, she screamed, she cried,
A world askew, truth misconstrued, denied.
No one heeded, deemed her actions sly,
Accusations unfounded, a bitter reply.
Ten and six, the siblings' years,
A somber narrative awash in tears.
Her purity lost in shadows deep,
Beaten down, a heartache to keep.
Silenced, she dared not voice her pain,
Injustice reigning, a soul in chains.
Blood flowed in a tragic decree,
The little girl, is a captive, not free.
Scared to talk, she withdrew within,
Accused of sins, a cycle to begin.
No refuge found, no sanctuary near,
Her spirit was crushed, drowned in fear.
Thirteen years have come to pass,
Yet echoes linger, and shadows amass.
The boy persists, love professed,
But was it love or fear, a heart distressed?
The girl, now distant, lost in the sky,
Screams for justice, a haunting cry.
Innocence shattered, a tragic cost,
A love story, once sweet, forever lost.
In the tapestry of time, a poignant thread,
A tale of sorrow, where innocence bled.
May the echoes of her cries find the wind,
A requiem for the girl, in solace, thinned.

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