The Flight

The Phantom's lair beneath the earth
A frigid hideaway
A fool enters, the shadow leaves
Invisible again

The threat was simple, no big deal
But it was signed "The Phantom"
A call and summons to the hidden man
One he'd had before.

The masked man arrives forthwith
A friend has met him there
An odd occurrence from a vanished foe
Is now made known to him

He called himself the Flight, he did
For quick and lithe he was
But the Phantom won him long ago
Now he's come again

With vengeance hot and bubbling
He'll return so soon
Foretold blood on the Phantom's hands
The fire is drawing closer.


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