Here comes the phantom
Stumbling through the night
His feet fade into whispers
On the weathered sands of time
Concocting an abyss
In the back of my mind
Murmurs in utopia
Combustion of a predator
Flying to Goliath's grasp
A falcon flailing leather wings
Men were not intended for
The dynasty of paper kings
The queen ignites the feathers
Wax and tin foil alchemy
Paraffin explosions
In a peregrine's display
That treasured fortress
Holy Xanadu in supernova
Captured in a jar and bottled
Locked away with hidden keys
Writhing in the thrall of wonder
Shadows dancing on the wall
Here comes the phantom
If he's really there at all
