A/N: (Rolls eyes at her muse) I know, it's a poem not a drabble, but the words seemed to fit the character.
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Setsuna
"Death of a Moon"
One hundred words
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She was always too early, too late; she always had to watch the Princess die.
In the dark halls of her prison walls she despaired that Time could not fly;
it did not dull the pain of her loss, nor stop the grief within as she cry.
Time kept on ticking, reflected in the Guardian's sad and downcast eyes.
Again she watched images of the past, and whispered at last her final goodbye.
But as soon as she whispered brokenly the words with a sombre and despondent sigh,
another image of another life appeared and made the Time Keeper smileā¦
