The phantom haunts my dreams.
A disease to my heart.
His eyes fierce, his laugh cold.
Lips sadistic and scars chaotic.

The moon is full; Tonight he comes.
Hiding, waiting and preying in darkness.
The little shadow will sleep though he's awake.
He will continue to wait in hatred night after night.

Fearful and scared I sleep.
Tossing and turning in a nightmare.
Trapped forever in his ebony grasp

Haunting, the Phantom stalks the Shadow.