The Phantom returns to rest

Unable to confess

The sins it has caused

Oh, the havoc it has wrung


Unable to confess

The murders of death its blade has sung

Oh, the havoc it has wrung

Leaving leaf-lings lifeless.


The murders of death its blade has sung

The hum of homicide

Leaving leaf-lings lifeless

And nurturing trees hollow.


Ah, poor Phantom

The sins it has caused

Does haunt it indeed but still

The Phantom returns to rest.


 *Re-Posting Old Poetry I’ve Posted Elsewhere Just Because*

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A Mind Like No Other

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