In the blink of an
She watches over all
Moving at light speed
An arrow zings by
Her crown glows
With a blinding light
That reaches the projectile
The tool burns to a crisp
Charred into ashes
Her mind scans the area
For the archer’s location
She spots the shooter-
Perched in a pearly tree
The archer falls backwards
Through many shiny fruits
And violet leaves—
Something flies over him~
Swoops in to catch the archer
Right before he lands on the ground
She tries catch follow them,
But they vanish in a blink of an eye.