i wield a sword
fit for a warrior
to pry marrow from bone
bone from marrow

to discern truth
from lie
lie from truth

a breastplate
of pure gold
reflecting light

light enough to fight
enough light
to fight
for love

a fire to set ablaze
is held within my hand

to vanquish and defend
to burn back
reclaim
to cleanse

to bring home
those who are lost
so afraid
and so alone

my feet
shod in words of hope
to give
when darkness falls

as even the very wise
cannot see what lies
in wait
in these dark and tired days

my eyes
given the gift of sight
beyond the realms
of possibility

and a heart of pity
enough to feel
to win
to heal
broken and desolate
souls

but the greatest gift
was the shield of immortality
lovingly crafted
bowed
bestowed

and as age becomes age
and time falls into time

my path is set
in oath

his hoard becomes mine
to quest
alongside

wearing my shining
dragon scales