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The Phantom and The Dame

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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.

A battle with in all people. 
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BlueCaroline's avatar
wow that is excellent verse about ghost or phantom!