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     Phantom

 

In morning's light I see
a trace of a lost dream -
a dream now just a memory
an aftertaste of reality.

As the long night falls
darkness casts its spell,
its mark is burned indelibly
on the fabric of my soul.

Rune-signed is my hanged-man's fate
a burden now, a useless weight,
and in tomorrow's face I see
another dream, another dawn,


but you're forever gone,
or you're hiding from me -
from yourself.
(I dreamed we are the same.)

I can see another day
and tears falling like rain.
I'll never see you again,
but you'll always be
a figment of my dreams,
a frightful phantom
of long and lonely nights.

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