Once cherished, Adisa walked in bloom,
With healer’s hands, dispelling gloom.
Her name, a melody soft and clear,
Echoed gently to those held dear.
With herbs she healed, with whispered care,
Easing pain with touch and prayer.
A sister’s laugh, vibrant and bright,
Anchored her world in pure delight.
Yet whispers stirred where shadows crept,
Of magic deep, of secrets kept.
Nobles feared what could...
