Stalwart

Are your foundations of hope shuddering?
Does your world face a personal doom?
Do you hear crucifying words at your flanks?
Do even your friends show jackal teeth?
Is your heart drooping like a victim of the hangman’s noose?

Then find a solitary place,
Away from all of that pollution,
And throw your head and arms up to the warm sky,
Cry out for salvation and hope.

Enter the ever-just Stalwart,
He will come to your aid,
Clad in gleaming gold armor,
And wielding a glorious aegis,
He will be your ally.

Diminutive yet tenacious,
Staunch yet loving,
Simple yet virtuous,
Silent yet vigilant,
Firm yet chivalrous.

He lives to protect the troubled,
His only armament a wooden sword,
And his golden armor topped by an oaken bascinet,
His sword represents his lack of a life of his own,
And his helm illustrates his lack of a mind.

Yet he will defend you from all that ails you,
His shield will deflect the wolfish words and laughter,
He will shine a light so you know the way,
He will destroy any threat to your soul.

You need only call him,
For he has no life nor mind to call his own.