Beyond me somewhere I can hear it,
The tune of mysterious ken -
It draws me to stand and be silent
And hark to the whistle again.
Is this song the song of a hero?
Or will time an enemy yield?
Hush - now the whistler has entered,
The man of the shades and the shield.

A smile on his face - oh, what cunning!
He smiles as if life were a game
And he but a masterful player -
No trace of remorse or of shame.
Has he come to attack and to plunder?
Has he come to assist on the field?
Alas, no one else has the answers
But the man of the shades and the shield.

He shakes his gloved finger in scolding;
"Tsk tsk" is the wage of a fall.
He turns on his heel with disgust on his face;
"Hmph" - the sound stirs my gall.
Is he trying to tell me I need to improve?
Has his hatred for me been revealed?
I do wish I knew more about him,
This man of the shades and the shield.

His eyes are invisible - shaded
By shimmering blackness, his veil.
My gaze cannot pierce to his eyelids;
The depths of his eyes tell no tale.
Now why has he hidden his face like this?
And why must his eyes be concealed?
Perhaps he has something to hide from me,
Red man of the shades and the shield.

His yellow bandana is windblown,
As free and as wild as he,
Symbolic of attitude cocky
And impulse like waves of the sea.
Why shows he this attitude plainly?
Why should he this cockiness wield?
He must have some hidden ambition,
This man of the shades and the shield.

His buster is cold and unused yet,
Still waiting in silent retreat;
No foe is at hand to be conquered,
No enemy needing defeat.
For what does he carry this weapon?
Has he some old grudge still unhealed?
Am I the next target, the victim,
Of the man of the shades and the shield?

Ah, strapped to his back is a shield,
Titanium oval, shined white.
'Tis obviously for defending -
But is it for wrong or for right?
What side does this red robot stand on?
Good, bad - against what is he steeled?
He seems to be fighting for neither,
Lone man of the shades and the shield.

There simply are too many questions,
Too many to answer at all -
For Proto Man simply ignores them;
He listens to no human's call.
So when will I get all my answers?
And when will the truth be revealed?
The reply? Echoes back a faint "Never"
From the man of the shades and the shield.