Faceless

I am the lost soul of ten years ago.
No! It is long past a thousand years now.
And still I am here; I will never go.
Until I fulfill each and every vow.
And at my feet angels and demons bow.
But me, myself and I shall not be seen.
Neither will you know the places I’ve been.
But I am here, in the air that you breathe.
For without me your land will not be green,
And your knives and swords will refuse to sheathe.

Younglan Louis