Sometime during our journey the Iboga Warrior revealed himself.
He walked out of a dark wilderness toward the fire, where his rugged features gleamed rusty in the night. His eyes peered toward a vision no one else could see - another land, or another life.
Nevertheless his fierce presence was undeniable and unmistakable.
Beneath his rough cloak, muffled by strong arms, a battle raged.
A deadly creature wrestled within the warrior's chest, seeking to devour his very heart. Yet of this severe conflict he gave no outward sign.
Being the youngest, it fell to me to witness all . . .
And I saw the light of the Iboga Warrior
Rising like blue smoke
Toward the waiting stars.
