The Phantom

October 20, 2014

As a phantom haunts his weakened prey

So I see you day by day

And you know not that you curse

You may as well write this verse

If you never shined into my view

as the sun hinders my sight

If you never cleansed my heart anew

or sent my feet in flight

Then only then I may look away

As you descend into the room

I may be undistracted and pray

And no longer long for a tomb

So is there a spell dear haunting ghoul

leave me be with desperate wanting

Pity the weak and weary fool

For your presence is ever daunting

Yet there is a taste you give

and I want to join with you immortal

unless you leave me forever

open to me a renewing portal

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