I have wanted to draw him for a long time. I finally did it!
My angel guards me day and night he glows with white and shim'ring light his long and flowing beard they spread down to his knees; Or were they indeed his knees . . . ?
My angel soothes me when I'm tense he builds a shield for my defense against deleterious clout and verve; My angel he can calm my nerves. My angel, he be old and wise with smoke that trails from his ancient pipe. I love him for his good advice, his guidance and his artifice. I wish I knew, I wish he'd tell the name he bore with him as well that I may call him as a friend from now till Death shall meet my end.