Rise of Hope

A Poem by LA.Kin

I am dizzy and weak and my legs feel like jelly, but I stand firm facing my quarry. My arm is broken but my shield is still raised, my sword is in pieces but is still sharp, my armor and helm are dented and gone, but still protect me even when im harmed. For light shall heal my wounds, wisdom shall mend my sword, honor shall fix my armor and grant me a helm, for I am the light that shall never faultier, for you grant me the strength to be your protector.