Opening a door
I see a magical key
I take it
A smiling phantom is awakened
Shaking violently
Even though he smiles
I can tell he didn't like me doing that
And now, he's going to give chase and follow
me wherever I run, jump, and go
Running, jumping, ducking, and dodging
on my way down the tower
The smiling phantom is on my trail
The smiling phantom is on my tail
Not slowing down for giving up
Not even for a second
Finding the magical door
I use the magical key to escape freely
And to frustrate the smiling phantom
And turn the tables on him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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