My Guardian Angel

She-Ma appeared in the midst of an argument we were having. A bunch of unruly rednecks and me; and I am afraid I was losing. With her ribbon like hair, and her firm determined mouth, she materialized. A shock to them, but not to me; I recognized my guardian angel. Pirate Angel I secretly called her; for she looked like one With her fluffy white wings and purple pirate captain’s coat Belted with a golden snap belt that said she meant business. I heard a scream; she must have started using her golden sword. Fine by me; I was already running. It was evening. I needed to get away. I was not worried about my guardian angel with her sunshine orb. She glowed, with an aura of rainbow colors; icicles dripping from her hem. A superhuman irony - warm and toasty toward me, freezing them now. I did not have to turn. I knew they were each in a rainbow bubble. Thinking about what they had done; and were about to do. If there is one thing She-Ma does; it is this. Making the perpetrators think. I am so grateful for her long sleek magic fingers, and her ability to transmogrify. They were soon walking up the garbage can, eager to devour the garbage. Four rapist thugs who were no longer humans, but more aptly roaches. When she does this to them I know they were truly bad. It is rare. I thank God that Pirate Angel is my own personal body guard.