Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Phantom

In a land where angels are killed, and hearts are few
Wings are clipped, because no one ever flew
Things move too fast, they disappear into puffs
But if you keep up, they'll slow down soon enough
I'll never change this world, but you have a cause
You who can see through, their vices and their flaws
Be a savior of the broken, a warrior of the light
Be a voice of the woken, but a phantom in the night...

4 comments:

  1. Very nicely rhymed too.. lovely poem..

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  2. amazing... a complete story, yet the beginning of another in the wings waiting...

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