Clara

A sparkly tiara
For little miss Clara
Her mother has died
Although, against cancer, she tried

A fighter, they both were
But her mothers time had occured
Clara shan't shed a tear
For she had faced a lifelong fear

A small beauty
Watched her tearful daddy
Abuse her and her sisters
In acts, perverted and sinister

Mommy was gone
Protected us all, when it begun
But now as it's Clara's turn
She found a way to make him burn

So pretty in pink
She gave just a wink
Daddy was poisoned, on her wedding day
Just what she dreamed, when she heard Mommy say

'You know his tricks
And how he's a prick
You're so strong and smart
You shall beat him for me, my sweet heart.'

A tear was shed
As her mom bled
A kiss on the cheek
No longer meek

Clara was cute
But also very mute
Once her dear old Daddy was dead
She could peacefully rest her head

No fears of Daddy in the night
On top of her, giving pain and fright
She had saved her sisters and herself too
Now she hopes, Mommy is at peace, and happily true