Poison

The news again reminds them both
Of what was now past fights
The woman sits so still and listens
The Phantom just the same

His leg now sinks and swells more
The venom's spreading thin
His homemade cure holds little back
The poison still remains

The friend observes and knows it too
The damage has been done
No time to fined a cure to heal
Action must be made

A trusted doctor's summoned quick
To do the work at home
The leg must go, no other choice
Before it killed him too

For through autopsies done on gypsies dead
They'd found their blood stream tainted
It matched the Phantom's fowled up leg
But spread all through the corpses

Somehow they'd all been filled
With poison to the brim
The Phantom's may be working slower
But work it still was doing.


Next Week: Hurt