John 117

Warrior in the deepest truth,
Chosen for this since his youth.
Trained with all the weapons of the land,
And close-combat, hand-to-hand.
Knowing no fear and without pain,
Donning armor, most arcane.

Defender in this war we did not start,
Combating enemies without heart.
For your help, now we plead,
In this, our hour of dire need.
Attacked by warriors of the starry night,
Help us now, Finish Our Fight.