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PHANTOM ROY

The Roy moves out
its an hour past mid nite
moves into the street

Phantom moving through the near empty streets
not much going on at this late empty nite hour
not a word uttered to the motor cyclist

the motor transport cyclist are strategically placed
waiting for their late night customer from i don know...
Phantom slides past them and moves up the street

purposefully as if on an assignment of great importance
sights patrol car which slows down on seeing phantom
the armed officers make a u turn mid street and go back

go back to where coppers emerge daily from
phantom movers further up the empty streets
another cyclist gang strategically positioned

gang disturbs his night peace.. where to bro..
phantom shaking his head not a word uttered
phantom entering an unlit street.. not a look back

phantom eying an approaching saloon car
which has just one right eye light...
saloon slows down driver saying something...

saloon driver reversing going back to wherever
saloon drivers come from in the hour past mid-nite
phantom proceeding further into a randomly...

randomly lit street.. its obvious hes now circumnavigating
the entire residential estate.... the phantom takes out
a camera phone and take a photo of his shadow...

which appears from the lighting by the overhead random
lighting.. phantom accessing a social network application
he uploads the photo under his real profile name on the site

he names it night of the silver sentinel
phantom moves back home and closes
his door behind him escapade over..

Its finally over.. such was the nite
of the Roy became the silver sentinel..
The wierd phantom ROY.. Strange Roy



Lewis k Nyaga
20/11/2014

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