Thursday, April 4, 2013

Phantom Comments

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He's dark. Silent. Like a ghost, gone before anyone can catch him. He walks with leisure...pride. His mother is night, His father, the moon. His siblings, the stars. All three guide him. No one knows that his home is the one place where souls lie in eternal rest. Nobody knows the secrets he holds, nor the lies he's heard. He hides in shadow, and lives in the night.
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R.benjamin Abate 15 April 2013

I like how you wrote it in paragraph form. The description of the 'Phantom' is fantastic. Good poem! -ralph

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