The Queens Champion

There is an armor that I wear
To help protect and to help care
For you when you're not feeling safe,
Or feeling threatened by a ghastly wraith.

There is a sword that I hold
With blade of ancient steel, cold
And with it, I will vanquish foes
That bring forth a world of woes.

There is a shield that a bear
To protect you from ground, sea, and air,
And the attackers that may try to harm;
You are protected by my arm.

I will defend you when you need defense,
And will come to your rescue without pretense.
And armor or not, if you feel other than snug,
You can ask of me, I'll give you a hug.