Because the shields are born out of fire,
They thrive on pressure.
Battlefield is where they are called to.
When bullets explore towards you,
When the silvery teeth blink from sheath,
Shields are called upon, to tank it all, and then push back.
Guarding its realm of space, they thrive.
When you see a fire, run towards it.
For the shields are with you as always.
8.2.2021
Ralph with Coffee 