They infiltrate the inner sanctum at their own risk

She the vengeance will call down with mighty brisk

Covered by the power of the great Creator

He has formed her whole and in beauty made her.

To countenance disturbing the royal rest

Is folly and she will retribution seek at her behest

He will listen to her emotion laced calls

And her prayers will reverberate in heaven’s halls. 

You cannot win over one so small and powerful

She is a daughter of the King most wonderful

Fall to your knees and give her joyful praise

For only God can speak into her mind with holy lays.