Phantom Poem
She’s made me a phantom
Fine
I’ll be a phantom.
I’ll linger through the darkened world
Prowling perpetually in her wake.
Starless spaces of the night my ally
The stone wrought moon my enemy.
The moon swore upon all stars
That we would not end.
Do not trust the moon’s promises.
She reflects the light of Apollo
But does she send any?
No.
I had shined upon my companion.
Blessed her as a sun does a moon.
A planet and its darling partner
In the furtive hermitage of space.
But no planet can hold its moon
I am a phantom
She has made me a phantom
Lingering through quiet nights
Bereft of company.
By Lobolius
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