My First Terza Rima Poem (I'm the Tree to the Wicked Thee)

hallowed deep into the core of the tree there you will find the name of me
lost in the curse that cannot be reversed for more than a thousand centuries
bestowed by a witch, hidden in plain sight Tennessee

She’s forgotten her past self with all her wickedness and memories
the bluebell harlot speaks the common tongue and mingles with the mortals
forgetting about the antidote of the cauldron of emery’s

Like floodgates BOOM! There they flashed a past of sinfulness
she cannot believe who she used to be, she does not love the power that dwell inside
she takes pity on me, the name in the tree, me, her nemesis

In new found knowledge she realizes her past and present self-collide
repentance, repentance, repentance a frail mind repeats in her efforts to save those she’s crossed
she’s on a new path, new ideal, righteousness with god as her guide

In the forest before that tree, I slowly turned from wood to flesh from the potion she had tossed
and after all that waiting I could only be grateful to the one who punished but that was the cost