The lass

Once upon a time there lived a lovely maiden,
With fair complexion, bright blue eyes and hair golden.
Her bubbly, beautiful smile was like a fountain,
She stayed in a cosy cottage up the mountain.
Her days were happy in her loving, peaceful home,
About puerile fantasies her mind used to roam.
Her boundless joy came to a halt when her Mom died,
The demise aggrieved her and tears she could not hide.
Hope built in her when her father married again.
She thought that her step-mom would assuage her pain.
Alas! all her colorful fancies were belied
When her step-mom revealed her real wicked inside.
The jealous woman could not endure her beauty.
She planned to kill her in a frenzy of envy.
But luck favored the little girl and she was saved.
With indomitable malice the lady raved.
But "Good prevails over evil", as goes the phrase.
Her step-mom was jailed, returned her joyous days.

Prompt: Jealousy/Envy
Form: Couplet