This is where I'm at.
I don't live, but I don't die
Called in swiftly, we unite
Splintered selves we are biding time
Marching forward in moonlight
???, shadows clash
Guiding footfalls engraved in ash
???, remaining days
Through our echoes, the angels sing
While I can think of a reasonable point of view for individual lines, nothing/no-one seems to fit all of it (which isn't a good sign ;>)