Phantom In The Shadow
The shadow lives on light.
It darkens, forming a shape.
The room is obscured.
I don't understand.
Is something following me?
It lurks behind me.
I glance back, I see nothing.
This moment is far too unprecedented.
Unknowingly, I gave birth to a monster.
All happened in the wrong time,
Wrong place, wrong day.
It rises like the sun.
The light fades away, a steely glint is seen.
Next, I feel a cold hand on my mouth, I try to scream.
The Phantom in the shadow finally comes out.
It grabs its dagger, killing everyone near.
The conflict starts to die down, the light takes over, illuminating the world.
It falls, dies, showing me the path to clarity.
The evil has died, the survivors rejoice.
Celebrating the hero who saved them.
Now, who was it who rescued us from this peril?
The answer?
We may never know the name.
Let the heroes live in us.
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