Part 2 in "The Demons of War" Series
The aged warrior-taking inventory of his life begins to recognize what he has never dared to acknowledge before. The shadows of war have followed him in life.
THE SHADOWS AT MY SIDE
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 others 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