My Warrior, My Hat

My hat.
My protector.
Risking his life, letting his golden straw
shrivel up to a rusty brown.
Facing the sunlight, making it suffer from heat.
A warrior that keeps persevering
through his nightmare and never waking up.
I look above my head and not one ray of sun connects with my face.
I’m not as red as I could have been because my protector in the way,
stopping all the burns that could get to me in an instant.
Hiss was the sound of the powerful wind,
blowing through my hair and past my body.
My warrior still in place, and not moving and leaving me at all.