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
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