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...Well, it's been a while...please accept this as my apology :)
This is going to be a series of poems or things that rhyme and involve Danny Phantom characters. There will be a new summary each chapter, so make sure to read 'em! :} Enjoy!
Summary: Danny writes a poem about his life as a vigilant...and his inevitable real death.
Disclaimer: Ownership=nill.
Ghostboy, Ghostboy
By: Danny Fenton
Ghostboy, ghostboy, where art thou, ghostboy?
The city's overrun while defense is pounded down,
People are running and the ghosts are cunning,
Families slowly falling, and the city crawling,
With ghosts here and ghosts there,
But no ghostboy anywhere.
Ghostboy, ghostboy, what are you doing?
Your help is needed, yes,
But your defense is weak at best.
A shield that size will surely compromise
Your secret, you can't keep it,
When your conscious fades to black.
Ghostboy, ghostboy, when will you stop?
A hero isn't needed, not to your mom and pops.
A shot to the back should have indicated
The thought that doesn't seem to stop,
Invasion or not.
Ghostboy, ghostboy, who do you think you are?
A deity you are not, and you still haven't stopped.
The ghosts are slowly retreating,
But your back is still catastrophically bleeding.
Even you can't hold on this long.
Ghostboy, ghostboy, why do you keep trying?
Even I can see your perseverance dying.
You're still high flyin', beatin' bad guys,
As you stare death in the face, Amity's own ace.
Hiding behind a parade of charades,
In a raid of masquerades.
Why do you even try as you're finally 'bout to die?
A spirit you are not, a purpose you have lost.
So say bye-bye when you finally meet that guy,
All way up in the sky,
In a white hall up high.
Because even I can see a losing battle you fool,
Your heart is about to be a mess,
And then you will certainly confess the rest.
Oh, the tears you will form,
The hearts you shall shatter,
The minds that will crash.
Oh, Gho
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A/N
And there was the master product! Sorry for that last part, I had this really cool spacing thing going on on my google doc, but it refuses to let me have any spaces...so we're left with boring old strait-down letters. I wrote this a few nights ago (I was in a poetry mood) and finally got around to typing it, now that auditions are FINALLY done. Hope y'all enjoyed!
Kisses!
Alyss