Phantom night, by adam greenleaf Subscribe to rss feed for adam greenleaf 

Dance with the phantom,heart black as coal
inside there is a jewel,a stone of vaule
flawless.
They say the phantom cries,his sob like the chill of the
night
a mist that hover over the dreamy country side.
Posted: 2009-08-16 23:01:20 UTC
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