Victory

The Flight and Phantom know full well
The style of the other
As smoke began to fade away
Neither was winning the other

A giant blade pierced through his leg
The newer robot leg
Scraping metal, dislodging parts
He kicks him in the face

Now so careful the Phantom moves
Almost crippled again
But upright and tall he held himself
The fight not over yet

In one crazed cackle the Flight roars
He's already won
All help was gone and he was strong
The PHantom couldn't beat him

But a horrid bang fills the air
Blood drips from the Flight
A horrified face stares at the wound
And falls straight to the ground

Behind him stood the Composer tall
A rifle in her hands
One masked face meets the other
A sign of sheer respect

As live police arrive to help
The crowds and fix it all
The city's heroes fade away
Their work for now complete.


Next Week: Finale