Friable Plumed Hauberk: Original Drawing and Verse.

My armour is heavy,
Beneath it I hide.
My gait and its rigour,
It keeps me upright.

I walk tall ever vigilant,
Always ready to fight.
I stand firm and unwavering,
With pretence of pride.

My armour I made it,
Sorrow weaved through my soul.
I'm no longer distinguished,
Without it not whole.

I stand fearless and brave,
revered as combatant.
My strength manifest,
Past conduct does patent.

So bold I do stay,
Not because I am so.
For my armour is brittle,
Thin veneer I don't show.

Parade proud as a peacock,
Who's cloak is in plume.
This garment I wear,
Has become my tomb.

Shield softer than feathers my only defence,
I stand at great distance to maintain its pretence.