THE PHANTOM
by: Mithdraug
A shadow in the darkness,
A whisper in the night,
Hope from unhappiness
And victory out of flight,
A face at the window
A watcher in the woods
Tracks in the fallen snow,
Where the Phantom stood.
A cry from the sparrowhawk,
A light in the hollow hills,
Silence as the lion stalks
And everything is still.
A dream in the fire
Tells you what to do,
You hear the whisper of a lyre
and you know it tells you true.
The crystal lights the darkness
And when you open up your eyes,
You see the Phantom in the mist
As the full moon starts to rise.
