The Phantom
A ride through gritted teeth,
Gums livid,
To alleys of hell
emotion soar in the black chest.
A single Bell and terror wich runs slow.
The cause way infested
with worms of fear,
and the right grip of the black rose
from the balcony.
Only witness the slow descent on soft organ notes,
into the arms of the ghost
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