Born to a temptress
Whose morals did sway,
Born on a fateful,
Miserable day.

How could Miss Fabala,
Small and green know
Her terrible fate,
And her destined woe?

Rejected by all
From her moment of birth,
Regarded with scorn,
Fright, loathing, and mirth.

Outcast for things
She could not control,
Society's cruelty
Was taking its toll.

All her attempts
To do good deeds were,
Through failure and misery,
The undoing of her.

Slowly her companions
Were killed in the madness.
Even she couldn't save them,
And was consumed by sadness.

Her only true love
Was horribly slain.
She couldn't help thinking
His death was in vain.

Bound to a prophecy
She couldn't recall,
Destined to stand alone,
And finally fall.

Forgiveness for wrongs
Was her one desire
After revenge was complete,
So she could retire.

Her wish was not granted
For his widow had died,
After Elphie's request
Was repeatedly denied.

Bereft of companions,
Save her nurse and her son,
And thought to be wicked
By everyone.

She died by a girl
Only trying to help,
Not knowing that water
Would cause her to melt.

Dorothy asked for forgiveness
Too painful to give,
For the Witch blamed herself
That Fiyero'd not lived.

And as she slowly,
Painfully died,
Not even her son,
Liir cried.

There would be no mourning,
No shedding of tears
For the innocent rebel,
Outcast all these years.