I am the stubborn and constant necessity of endless loyalty. My feet are thick and my legs are thicker. My steps fall hard on the soft ground, making sounds like old drums as I walk through the silent forest. Birds fly away in fear at my passing. I may walk in the wrong direction, I may arrive late, I may not bring my entrusted bounty. But wherever I am, I embody the quiet solace of final assertions. When my hand is on your shoulder, you will feel carried by strong horses into forests of endless treasure. I bring you the steady gift of brotherhood. I bring you the warmth that may come upon you when I turn around from across the room and my eyes fall upon yours and silently tell you that everything is alright and has always been alright. My assertions cannot be questioned as I hold no answers and I am steadfast beyond doubt.