He stands,
At the gates of society,
In the biting storm,
Unhindered,
More sturdy than any wall,

Adorned in gothic plate,
A companion of countless campaigns,
He had no time for a family,
For he was called to war,
More imposing than any bastion,

He is decorated,
Both in medals,
And in brutal scars,
Trophies of crusades both fair and foul,
More watchful than any optics,

He lives to vanquish vandals,
And to protect innocent souls,
Even as his body fails him,
We all salute thee,
The mighty man-at-arms.

Comments
  1. Nice, like the drawing too! Is it yours as well?

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