She put her luck within a bowl

There has the fire struck

She looked within and saw black

Her heart sank into the muck

Days of dread had come to her

Fear filled her family

She was seventh daughter

Blessing or curse to be

For many years she was hidden

A secret kept from the pale Black Witch

All seventh daughters she would take

No good was within her itch

In hiding she was taken to magi

All minor yet could teach a little

The Black Witch alone kept magic

She allowed none other the mystic wrinkle

Then she saw within the black

A wrinkle of future things

Magical dragon fire

A small being with wings

She then knew this creature

Would be a great ally

Seeking to know more

Added a kiss to sanctify

Then appeared a bright beating heart

Shining brightly within

Then she saw the young man

His eyes held no sin

She tried to make the spell

Stronger with a little hello

But it faded till gone

Now these two she needed to know

Somehow she now knew

Hidden no she could be

For she and these two

Were the Mystic Wrinkle to be