Foreboding Chat

He slithers away where none can see
Thy gypsy man is guarded well
But with one glare from the masked man's face
They step aside for him

The Phantom strides into the cell
Trying not to limp
They gypsy man's eyes go wide
At the sight of him

The Phantom stands and stared him down
What more does he know
He shakes his head but the Phantom shouts
He won't be trifled with

The men outside plan to use him
For foolish misplanned ventures
He can't dissuade them but he works alone
He can stop it sooner

The man stutters he knows no plan
Only of the spoils
His head bowed low he finally said
She was a friend of his

Intrigued the Phantom asks for more
Of this gypsy girl
The man speaks of her grand escape
And the use she was before

So this woman was the Flight's lost ally
What could she now know?
He starts away but the man's not done
He's trembling ever still

He warns him not to underestimate
The Phantom never does
But the man insists his leg's just the start
The Flight's hand reaches far

Only then did the Phantom feel
The blood drip down his leg
His mind growing faint, he hurries away
A far out hand indeed.


Next Week: Working So Well