The Legend of Lola...

In a land that time forgot,
A fairy bestowed on the weary,
Her name was of magic and fight,
Lola would protect, as her arrow took flight,
Within the pillars of this land,
She would seek the greed and kill the bad,
If not...
For they were to slaughter the people of the florescent kind,
Lola would soar through the clouded sky, seek these men, as she heard the laughter and cries,
Day by day, she would prowl with ease, searching for her prey,
Night by night, with bow and arrow she'd kill, when the sky turned grey,
The weary couldn't defend themselves against such beasts,
For they knew if they did, their souls on this earth would leave,
Time went by, she continued to protect in silence,
The beasts started to be afraid and went into hiding,
As this land grew and grew,
The legend of Lola, in the skies she flew,
Keeping a lookout with her bow and arrow,
So the weary, didn't live their lives in sorrow...