The Champion

When the world starts to overwhelm,
Grab your bracers, greaves, and helm.
Grab your shield and grab your sword
And ignore all but the encouraging word.

The naysayers and the ne'er-do-wells,
Their words may burn like the blazing hells, But, remember this, when they start to talk:
Their inane words are just mindless squawk.

But if you do need further proof,
Look into the mirror of truth.
It's image, you'll find, never lies,
Though the results may surprise.

I see you, a talented champ
Fighting against a soul-draining clamp,
Forced every day to deal with foes
Who add multiplicity to your woes.

But I also see a heroine, shining bright, Ready to rise up, to stand and fight Against people who hurtfully babble.
Free yourself from the rabble.