The shadow soldier

His clothes are unchanged,
his shocked expression a window of misery.
No weapon old or new lies in his hand,
but they are clenched as if they were.

He is a name added to a total number who have fallen.
Yet he is a modern warrior to those who can recant a tale of him.

He wanders through dead man's land, no fear for a bullet.
Body's of men swarm his path,
praying he could shed a tear.

To him war was his life, he dared never to question his life.
Now the more his spirit walked, more the forbidden question was answered.

A shadow has fallen from his eyes, as he looks up to the dismaled sky.
For he realizes now death can't be feared, for he will remain a shadow for all eternity.

**I wrote this ages ago, updated it and want to here your opinion**

Mithras, P.O.L