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Literature Text
Wrapped in sheets of satin,
I awoke to my midnight phantom,
He creaked the bedroom door,
Then crawled across the floor.
His thick fog filled the room,
Lofting, looming, dismal gloom.
He hovers over in a plume
Causing my breath to gasp and choke.
In sweat
My face is soaked
My satin sheets are wet.
I quiver in fear,
As the plume of smoke looms near,
Ready to entomb me in my fear.
Quickened heartbeat,
Agonized weep,
Gripping my satin sheets
I see him not with my eyes,
But when he sees me,
I’m paralyzed.
Only the dame can defend.
And here she comes,
The dawn,
My friend.
Her brilliance poured through the room!
Gleaming sword,
After gleaming, golden sword
She threw!
Piercing the phantom’s tomb!
Granting life for hope
Life can now resume.
But darkness still does cope,
Sitting unassumed,
Safe within horizon’s womb.
With hope left to mourn,
The dame takes a bow
And the phantom is reborn
Naked, with nothing but his vows.
But his words are too well worn
To linger beyond what the dame allows.