In the shadows, he stands tall,
A silent guardian, unseen by all.
His presence felt in whispers of the night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.

He fights not for glory or for fame,
But for the love that fuels his flame.
Shielding the weak, defending the frail,
His courage and strength never fail.

Through storms and trials, he remains,
Bearing the weight of others’ pains.
A hero in the truest sense,
With a heart of gold, his only defense.

Though his name may never be known,
His legacy in deeds is shown.
For the world is brighter, thanks to him,
Our silent guardian, ever so grim.