Anthony Lund

Rookie (11-01-1982 / Durham, UK)

The Phantom - Poem by Anthony Lund

The Phantom stalks these many halls
The tunnels and the many rooms here
His distorted features hidden from sight
And he will not come too near

The Phantom strikes when we expect it least
When our defences are down and we are weak
His purpose is served with a beautiful girl
In times when the outcome looks bleak

The Phantom haunts the mind and soul
Of both lovers and the lonely in the night
The path of destruction is opened wide
And the scene is set for an epic fight

The Phantom though is not a real man
No demon or monster from hell
But the power we all hold in our hearts
That of which the great romantics tell

The Phantom is love both good and bad
Distorted as we are when he takes our hand
He hides in the chambers of our heart
Until the day his purpose we understand.

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  • (5/2/2009 5:41:00 PM)

    Very good keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2006

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