It seems that shadows and the spiritual army

are in some sort of rush to get somewhere,

each one only appearing as a quick black blur to me;

the wind picks up as I feel the vibrations of mystical beasts

shove their way though the army and shadows,

passing them like ghosts.

I believe there's some battle happening in the spirit world,

one that has been going on since the creation of mankind.

I'm sure once we all die, we will be fighting to maintain

the balance between Heaven, Hell and Earth.