Phantom -

Creacking stairs to the cellar

Overgrown with mold

Cracked window, lop-sided frame

Garret wet and cold

Dim candle light in searing darkness

Shadows thickened on the wall.

Rusty pendulum will swing no more

No more

Something is near

Phantom is here

Sudden flash, a mental blast

Paralyzing fear

Hapless twitching, despaired glance

Die is cast.

Something is near

Phantom is here