I am a Phantom, in my own right
Never to be fully seen, in sight
A shadow of something more,
But to you, I am just a sore
I am in plain sight, every day, every hour
Floating in the wind, like fine Powder
I am as silent as a spider, and as soft-footed as a cat
I am as cunning as a tiger, and as well hidden as a bat
I can be here or there ....
But I am truly everywhere
You may never find me, among the many teens
You may never find the one in a billion seams
But also, in a way, I stand out of a crowd
I've already shown myself, my talents, so be loud
Call my name, I might confess
But nothing more, nothing less
I am the Phantom of the night ...
Come to close ... And I may just Bite!
