Hurry

Good luck trying to understand this one. I changed my mind about three times while writing it.

With one last blow the Flight slips free
Vanishing in the blaze
A split decision must be made
Which end are they fighting for

The death of friends and destruction of Flight
Or the life of them for his conquer
The Composer still holds the curing leaves
But both must make it work

In silence soon they must agree
Which path they'd race to take
Through threats of life and death they find
A lab to help them build

A merciful act from a Flight ally
Who knows what they seek
The Composer stays to save the cops
The Phantom'll face his foe

But as rushing feet continue on
They meet a muddled haze
Curing leaves slip into fire
And burn their one last hope

The determined woman won't lose hope
She searches all the room
There must be something left to help
She couldn't let them die.


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