Fallen

The debtor's body falls to the ground
The woman's insides freezes
Phantom hisses and jumps to fight
But tumbles by the corpse

A remote type thing the Flight held up
The gypsies all were screaming
The Phantom grabs his enemies leg
And yanks him down with him

Composer joins a bloody fight
Messed and muddled up
Before too long the Flight escaped
Amidst the gypsy bodies

The woman hefts the Phantom up
And heaves him fast away
He calls for cops on hidden phone
Sirens bleed the air

A lone friend meets them soon
To help the moaning man
In silence as she did the best
The woman vanished then

Alone again in a once past home
She pulls away her cloth
Her face now wet she curls to ground
And trembles ever still.


Next Week: Poison