Here comes a fire burning, put it out with water and you'll save from drowning. Yes with all that indian pride, and ghostly tails beside. You're still just a wolf howling. Back at that mountain side, the gold down in the creek just waiting. Now it is the time!
Ideas just keep spinning, thoughts and feelings viewed like subliminal waves to the brain. the mythos enchanting, it all is believing. Now, taking up the arrows to steal a look at your master. Wishing harder. oh but your troubles are there, and your devotion unpared.  So tell me, do you still want satisfaction? I could do without the bashing. Remember well the planet's storming cloud and know that you are found. The whisper you hear is showing, a dream of all your phoebos. The globe palmed and the stars your home.
  Wait. Don't look anyfurther, all you need is laughter; fixing any disaster. They call it, silence. And it stole my brother. My friend, even the hot glow that once filled my soul. How could I not know that it mattered? Wait, do you hear that sound? It's louder than before! Am I normal? Of course not! I'm as unique as the space that falls between leaves! The universe is everything, Artemis hunting, Apollo flirting. Now do you see what I mean?
Your light is reflecting and I sink in the white moon. Oh Sirius the dog star of your master fallen. I know the pain of loving. Embodied with the essencee of apparent contradictions, I go on searching. The pack always watching. Life feeds on Life.

Do you not know, I am a Phantom?

That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.

Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,

Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.

You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.

Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.

And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.

Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.

Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.

These two empty people
are sitting in a room
waiting for their fates to cross and hoping it be soon

Washing off their faces
replacing them with masks
and saying that they see themselves to everyone who asks

Catching all the sickness 
from other people's hearts 
then purging out their own disease by way of tainting art

Everything they painted 
has dried and turned to stone
and soon their hands will harden too as bodies decompose 

Making way for masses 
to follow in their suit
planting seeds that never grow or yield them any fruit

These two empty people 
are sitting in a room 
waiting for their fuse to burn and magnify the fume