Losing

The Phantom acts immediately
Disguise thrown in place
The explosions had to go off by remote
So only one place could he be

Leaping 'cross speeding cars
He races for the place
Midst cries and moans and devastation
He makes it halfway there

The Flight leaps out and tackles the man
Rolling him to seclusion
A gun shot wound goes to his leg
Before he can react

The PHantom rises prepared to fight
The Flight does just the same
A battle quick and pain riddled
Neither won this time

A blade in his shoulder the Flight grins again
"You're losing." he says quietly
Backup arrives but he's gone away
Leaving his foe in the dust.


Next Week: The Composer's Disguise