I turned to catch a glimpse of the shadows at my side

The images and companions are mine for ever more.

Gifts they are from a far and distant war

Quick and vague, dark and gray
Always faster then my gaze
Far from my vision, yet so very near

Are they friends or foe?
The spirits of those I loved in War?
Or, are they the devil’s demons
Come out to settle the score?

I do not fear them or what they represent
Displaced shadows, impressions of my soul

They stand there in the doorways of another world
That all warriors must enter when they kill in war

A warrior hears what others cannot hear
A warrior sees what others cannot see
A warrior smells what other’s cannot smell
A warrior tastes what others cannot taste
A warrior feels what others cannot feel
A warrior senses what others cannot sense

Always at my side, the shadows in silence they abide