Collaboration

The friend's in late at his office now
On call with trusted doctor
The Phantom's refusing a fake leg to be sent
He'd make one for himself

He hangs up soon and rubs his eyes
He still had work to do
His eyes turn back to his black screen
And see a reflection there

He whirls about to find her there
The one who'd helped his friend
Garbed in white like a fallen angel
She stood so straight and tall

She asked of him what killed the gypsies
He tells her of the poison
He pulled up an email to show her a picture
Of the suspected flowers

She stops and points to one red one
She dubs it Devil's Demon
A special plant bred by her clan
The Flight had liked it much

Long before she'd run away
He'd be working late
With water mixtures he tampered with
But little else she'd seen

Had he found a deadly poison
And infected all the clan?
How much further did he intend to go?
And just how quickly could he?


Next Week: A Desperate Plan