The Losing Battle

With every minute she breathed,

She knew she was losing,

A battle she was fighting,

With herself and,

Against the universe,

To let her be the right one,

For once,

Let her believe,

The magic,

She knew.

For she was tired,

Of all the spells,

Not working out,

And the ones which did,

Worked against her.

So, for once,

She wanted to win,

But with every minute she breathed,

She knew she was losing,

The battle she was fighting.