Ghost Warrior

They cannot hear, and they will not see
Meditare de hoc, amici

Should a sad vengeance inform my steps,
I would ask myself why so, wherefore;
Should the brightness in me seek eclipse,
I would ask what my light is there for.

And thus does reason contain defeat;
This is why spirit was made of flame -
When flesh fails and heart is in retreat,
Mind opens soul to the sacred name.

This is my land; I shall possess it
Nemo me impune lacessit