38.) the twilight phantom

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Oh noble traveller, what was in your mind
when you left the meadery to find what you did find?

Oh ageing gallivant, do you remember what you left behind?
Or is that someone you promised never to unwind?

Oh smiling merchant, if I bought it all would you mind?
Or will you strictly marry your items to bind?

All of my questions seem to bother nobody.
They all walk out that door only to forget me.

But I remember all who cross my path when they may.
My ears have cherished every word that they chose to say.

And I buried their secrets, like I said I would.
And I'd have kept them to myself if only I could.

But when the men in black came to visit,
my mouth betrayed my mind so explicit.

Now I wander these cobblestone alleyways,
wishing I was but a drop of rain always.

The people who came to stay at my inn beside my meadery,
were rebels in hiding
claiming to be admiring
the scenery.

How could I have been such a fool?
They were only promised a promise-land away from their rule!

To escape unjust tyranny, to live the lives they deserved!
To equally spread their riches, wrongfully reserved.

Now we sleep under the stars with rocks over our heads.
But one day the light will burn them all in reds.

Then we'll be free at last, and I can go back to who I used to be.
A someone behind a something, a friend to all and a mystery.

They all confide in me.
Yet none of them seem to see.

That the men in black come to me.
Right here, right beside the sea.

I try to warn them with my eyes.
But every time they're stung with a sharp surprise.

I buried my name deep within the sand
and travelled here to this forgotten land.

I begun something behind their backs.
Teaching tips, tricks and hacks.

Now, I'm leaving them behind, in this dark prison.
I told them I leave when the sun has risen.

But I'll be back when the moon comes to shine.
And my friends, I promise, we'll have what is mine.

They call me the phantom who flickers and fades
as I travel during twilight and hide in dawn's shades.

Mark my words, and carve my oath.
For the twilight phantom will come for you both.
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