The woman hears the people cry
And wrestlings unjust
But the debtor holds her arm so firm
And says, "No fight today."
People scurry about with signs
Proclaiming the Flight's new reign
Old fears are coming fresh to light
Fears she'd seen before
But she knew this was just the start
As must the Phantom too
For reasons that she couldn't see
The Flight had more in store
The debtor though just strolled away
Through the little market
Searching through fabrics and testing much
Ignoring all the crowds
She was relieved when it was time to leave
A fabric chosen well
Her arm felt bruised from the debtor's grasp
But she was not released
At home he let her go and held
The fabric to her face
Her time to fight was drawing near
Her mask first to be made.
Next Week: Burn Hole
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