Finale

A peaceful week passes safe
The Composer stands alone
She watches all the people move
In heights away from them

From nowhere falls the Phantom too
Watching with the girl
For many moments they speak no words
Only watch the living

The Phantom says she doesn't have
To stay and live this life
Once in too long i can take control
She may never escape

But she disagrees with a shaking head
All other paths were gone
For the people who couldn't they both would fight
As long as they knew how

It's said they shook, an alliance made
Two minds fight much better
Through music and a genius mind
Perhaps all would be safe

They're rarely seen and not for long
But they'll watch forever more
The shadowed boy and lonely girl
Now Phantom and Composer.

END OF BOOK ONE

Victory

The Flight and Phantom know full well
The style of the other
As smoke began to fade away
Neither was winning the other

A giant blade pierced through his leg
The newer robot leg
Scraping metal, dislodging parts
He kicks him in the face

Now so careful the Phantom moves
Almost crippled again
But upright and tall he held himself
The fight not over yet

In one crazed cackle the Flight roars
He's already won
All help was gone and he was strong
The PHantom couldn't beat him

But a horrid bang fills the air
Blood drips from the Flight
A horrified face stares at the wound
And falls straight to the ground

Behind him stood the Composer tall
A rifle in her hands
One masked face meets the other
A sign of sheer respect

As live police arrive to help
The crowds and fix it all
The city's heroes fade away
Their work for now complete.


Next Week: Finale

Evil vs. Good

With brand new ally the Composer runs
A cure they hoped they found
They ran to meet the dying cops
Time was running short

All the doors around HQ
Were shut and locked so tight
Bars blocked every single window
They could only watch the anguish

But Composer smashed the glass behind
The bars supposed to guard
An anxious tune moved from her mouth
As she slammed the gas can through

Blue-grey mist seethed from the can
Expanding in the room
For an awful moment it looked too weak
But then it won it out

Evil fog was swallowed in good
Men could breathe again
They all stood up and found her there
And gave her silent thanks

She met the gaze of the now weak friend
His eyes urged her away
Humming still she sprinted off
They'd do the rest alone.


Next Week: Victory