He's dark. Silent. Like a ghost, gone before anyone can catch him. He walks with leisure...pride. His mother is night, His father, the moon. His siblings, the stars. All three guide him. No one knows that his home is the one place where souls lie in eternal rest. Nobody knows the secrets he holds, nor the lies he's heard. He hides in shadow, and lives in the night. His life is full of broken promises and words unspoken. His heart is empty and powerless, and his soul lifeless. He is a phantom. Unemotional, silent, and forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you wrote it in paragraph form. The description of the 'Phantom' is fantastic. Good poem! -ralph