Day 6, NaPoWriMo

In my mind, I may don my elvish attire:
my magical greaves, my gloves of wisdom
the cloak that shelters me from harm
I stand, my mage-like self.
But as the mirror gives me back
my denim-clad and human view,
I could lament except…
except for this, my ring.
This ring which I put on long years ago
and which has not left me since.
This band, a ring of fearlessness.
And while you may laugh at me
do not, you, laugh at my ring
this silver ring imbued with
all the power I could put upon it.
I set it to remind me that, listen!
there is no power to make me fear
except that fear I grant myself
and so this silver band says no,
be brave and every day be so.