A phantom can hide in so many places
Dark, light, crowded, alone
But in social worlds, he is but a fool
He's worked very hard to make it so
The ball is a grand one, lit and full up
Smiles are given, laughter exchanged
The fool joins all gladly
Surrounded by dripping liars
A hand grips his shoulder, words in the ear
The fool must bow out, get home fast
His vacation had ended, cut off
A new threat is ready to bloom
The villain asks nicely for deals to be struck
Her arsenal's prepared, he stands alone
But dare not forget him, he'll demonstrate
Just what he's capable of
The next day at noon for all to see
A show would be given, one price
One he would set at great height or depth
Should he be ignored.
The sun is setting, the moon will rise
But what or who rises with it?
The phantom has a war to fight
And pray it doesn't grow.
Next Week: The Flight
Monday, July 30, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
The Debtor
Cold and silent rain falls down
Painting dark the streets
Scuffles echo in the twilight
Fights for food and life
Hunched woman in flesh of earth
Waits silent in shadows
No face to be seen amidst the filth
No face ever seen
A meeting's met so near the girl
A meeting of debts to pay
A fierce heart master raises the stakes
The debtor's trapped within
The woman in scum rises from shade
All eyes whip to her
A tune of danger spills from her lips
Their fight begins and ends
Cowards run or fall in fear
The music fades away
The debtor's gratitude is great
He offers her a place
Intrigued, tired and covered in filth
She'll agree for now
The debtor's kind and honest in all
He'll repay his debt.
Next Week: The Villain's Threat
Painting dark the streets
Scuffles echo in the twilight
Fights for food and life
Hunched woman in flesh of earth
Waits silent in shadows
No face to be seen amidst the filth
No face ever seen
A meeting's met so near the girl
A meeting of debts to pay
A fierce heart master raises the stakes
The debtor's trapped within
The woman in scum rises from shade
All eyes whip to her
A tune of danger spills from her lips
Their fight begins and ends
Cowards run or fall in fear
The music fades away
The debtor's gratitude is great
He offers her a place
Intrigued, tired and covered in filth
She'll agree for now
The debtor's kind and honest in all
He'll repay his debt.
Next Week: The Villain's Threat
Monday, July 23, 2012
A Vow
I'm going to start updating more so this doesn't take forever. Maybe a couple a week. :)
To every half there is a whole
To every dark there is a light
To every home there is a Hell
Nothing's different here
Escape she thought for sure she'd find
But here the streets are all the same
A starved one here, a cold one there
But somehow, much less hope.
Once she thought for certain
Hell had just one home
But now she found it spread and festered
With no natural bounds.
Even here, such greedy hands
Sought to take what little she had
But just as she did with the scum at home
She left them scared and running
Even here, the small did fall
While large did take their spoils
Impoverished, sickness, selfishness
Infected all the air
She wondered briefly as she stole some bread
If this was all there was
Surely all could rise or fall
Given the proper push
In rags no better then those around
She rose and made a vow
She's push and shove with all her might
Until her life was spent.
Next Week: The Debtor
To every half there is a whole
To every dark there is a light
To every home there is a Hell
Nothing's different here
Escape she thought for sure she'd find
But here the streets are all the same
A starved one here, a cold one there
But somehow, much less hope.
Once she thought for certain
Hell had just one home
But now she found it spread and festered
With no natural bounds.
Even here, such greedy hands
Sought to take what little she had
But just as she did with the scum at home
She left them scared and running
Even here, the small did fall
While large did take their spoils
Impoverished, sickness, selfishness
Infected all the air
She wondered briefly as she stole some bread
If this was all there was
Surely all could rise or fall
Given the proper push
In rags no better then those around
She rose and made a vow
She's push and shove with all her might
Until her life was spent.
Next Week: The Debtor
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Wesley James
The mother's hand is held so tight
The father's just the same
A young boy in an unknown place
Holds tight to his protection
Forms abound in dirt and stench
Small and frightened forms
Horrors to the young boy's eyes
But parents are not swayed.
Together they step, the center of all
Eyes watch them so warily
The boy trembles, but parents stand tall
Arms opened to the world
They pass their hearts and care around
Until the air changes
Words of thanks rain on their heads
But not all are so grateful
The father shows his son it all
And just begins to whisper,
"For those who can, we should always--"
He'd never speak again
A wretched bang intrudes the air
Another quickly follows
Who once was shielded is now exposed
As blood runs down their faces.
The mother's hand is held so tight
The father's just the same
A young boy in a shadowed place
Alone and so confused.
Next Week: A Vow
The father's just the same
A young boy in an unknown place
Holds tight to his protection
Forms abound in dirt and stench
Small and frightened forms
Horrors to the young boy's eyes
But parents are not swayed.
Together they step, the center of all
Eyes watch them so warily
The boy trembles, but parents stand tall
Arms opened to the world
They pass their hearts and care around
Until the air changes
Words of thanks rain on their heads
But not all are so grateful
The father shows his son it all
And just begins to whisper,
"For those who can, we should always--"
He'd never speak again
A wretched bang intrudes the air
Another quickly follows
Who once was shielded is now exposed
As blood runs down their faces.
The mother's hand is held so tight
The father's just the same
A young boy in a shadowed place
Alone and so confused.
Next Week: A Vow
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Maggie Joe's Birth
Wailing trees in the hidden past
Panic in the wind
Trampling cross the shingled roofs
Infiltrates the rooms
Around a huddled form it goes
Closer, closer, closer
Rocking back and forth with her
Until she moves no more
The wailing echoes closely now
From the lips of her
Another stirs within the dust
Barely inching closer
The stone and bars capture the howls
And hide them in their depths
Silence meets the waiting ears
No rescue to be made
Hours passed like time hurled back
The panic seeps inside
With new life's scream and the fading wench
It seizes full control
A touch across the newborn's brow
The mother fades quick
It's said she whispered, "Maggie Jo."
Before her breath was lost
Wailing trees in the hidden past
Panic in the wind
Those who come here all alone
Will always be as such.
Next Week: Wesley James
Panic in the wind
Trampling cross the shingled roofs
Infiltrates the rooms
Around a huddled form it goes
Closer, closer, closer
Rocking back and forth with her
Until she moves no more
The wailing echoes closely now
From the lips of her
Another stirs within the dust
Barely inching closer
The stone and bars capture the howls
And hide them in their depths
Silence meets the waiting ears
No rescue to be made
Hours passed like time hurled back
The panic seeps inside
With new life's scream and the fading wench
It seizes full control
A touch across the newborn's brow
The mother fades quick
It's said she whispered, "Maggie Jo."
Before her breath was lost
Wailing trees in the hidden past
Panic in the wind
Those who come here all alone
Will always be as such.
Next Week: Wesley James
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