The woman sits before the TV
A frown across her brow
All kinds of news and footage
From just the day before
She starts and leans when images come
Of the Phantom racing quick
He wore a blackened mask so fine
And some odd made armor
They said he helped in rescues made
Of many buried deep
But in the clips he'd seemed to lean
And favor just one leg
She started when the debtor came
Notebook in his hand
dHe glared at the TB screen
And handed her the pad
A person was so carefully drawn
One set in disguise
She wore a warrior's old fashioned gown
The hood around her face
It was her costume for her exploits
The debtor had designed
He said if they were to make her known
She must be made to be remembered
"Besides, he notes, the day must come
The Phantom will know of you
Fight like him and then perhaps
He'll know you fight together."
Next Week: Music of Comfort
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