Disclaimer- Redwall Abbey, Martin, etc. belong to the wonderful Brian Jacques… None of it belongs to me, yadda yadda yadda….It's all his. Enjoy!
I Am Martin
My paws do tread softly on the rose-colored stones
As I wander the corridors of sleep, alone
I roam through your dream to call you
To soothe your wearied mind, to make you feel like new
I am not but a whisper on a mid-summer's eve
Or the calming presence in the time that friends will leave
My strength or sword I give to thee
To set the Abbey or Mossflower free
Patrolling through the Abbey grounds
Or looking for pearls not meant for a crown
Giving my sword to those who are proud
Or listening to twin bells as they toll aloud
Coming to the battle for when you are in need
Helping to protect as you go about your deed
I am always watching you with my solemn stare
To see you toiling on, for those on whom you care
I am Martin.