Strength
Expressing the spectrum
Does not reveal a chink
Instead intricate chain-mail
That moves, gives, and breathes
Less guarded is not weakness
But links forged one by one
To provide vital organs flexible protection
While letting in the air and light
I train with stillness for the on-slot
I am prepared enough to meet the earth alone
I will face it alive and vulnerable
I choose the front lines
Unsaddled for battle
My boots land firmly in the mud
Grateful to have traded plate armor for chain
I want to feel the sun and at the end, the rain
— by me
sometimesihatemycat 
This is glorious. La Morte d’Arthur made new somehow. At least, it struck me that way.
Thank you very much. Those are great compliments indeed, that made me smile. Thanks.