As the darkness starts it’s creeping,
sentinels begin their weeping,
echoes sound their “ever-keeping,”
black miasma does its seeping.

Seeing madness,
manic sadness,
inner badness,
compass gone.
Poison staring,
mind despairing,
dogma sharing,
phantom comes.

As the darkness drips it’s bleeding,
memories begin inbreeding,
echoes sound their “ever-pleading,”
black miasma does its seeding.

Feeling error,
coffin bearer,
spinning terror,
vision wrong.
Spirit reaming,
passion gleaning,
maliced meaning,
phantom comes.

As the darkness shows it’s greeting,
anguished thoughts begin their eating,
echoes sound their “ever-beating,”
black miasma has its seating.

Sensing shadows,
hanging gallows,
empty hollows,
mirthless song.
Painful lading,
soulless trading,
heartless blading,
phantom comes.

Erin Moen
6/25/03
Copyright 2003 ©

Inspired by a phrase I thought of earlier today, "the phantom in my mind." :)