Napowrimo Day 13: Riddle

Today, the prompt is to write a riddle poem, describing something without naming it. Being Monday morning, this was the only thing I had on my mind.

she’s blamed and cursed on long sleepless nights
but suddenly becomes balm to the lifeless upon the dawning sun
she smiles as she witnesses the start of a budding romance
yet winces and grows cold at the heartbreaking end of stories not meant to be
provides motherly warmth to friends on a cozy Saturday
a witch binding Hansel and Gretel to her sweets
Pied Piper of drowsy innocence

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