Phantoms

Shadows in the dust,
winds stirring
the phantom figures.

I. The Minister
The minister
is a tired old man
who has not smiled
for a long time.

Lonely, he sits,
where no one can see him,
waiting to be found,
longing to be found.

The phantoms
they know him
they've found him
and yet he waits

II. Angelica
Angelica saw,
through blurring tears,
how it all fell apart
in the eternal breath of death.

She felt her soul shiver,
when she saw
that all there is,
is an echo without source.

Their cold hands
gripped her heart
and for a moment
she could not breathe.

III. Evermore
I am lonely once more,
once more, evermore.
We are all lonely once more,
once more evermore.

Lonely with the shadows
and the phantoms
who play their soulless game
once more, evermore.



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Written on 2005-09-27 at 18:37

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounding! F*cking superb! This is deffinetly original and the images it slings accross are so clear that I can almost visualise this on DVD! Brilliant yet again.
2005-09-27