Vigil

I am the breeze that you do not feel, a warrior that sings no battle hymn. Even though my heart is made of steel, for you I would sacrifice life and limb. There is nothing I can not resist, the weight of the world I often hold. I was born ready with a clenched fist, to protect you from the savage cold. And some may call me a liability, yet they do not know of what I dream. I devote myself to your tranquility, no matter how scarred I may seem. I close my eyes and see the hurt, and shield you from a hoard of pain. Carrying you across this barren desert, until you are once again mundane. Sleep in my arms without regrets, let angels veil you with their cries. For I will vanquish a thousand threats, and save you from a thousand lies.