A/N: Just a poem I thought up. Not too good, I think. But you be the judge. :D

Phantom Of Mist And Shadow

By: Rainbowblack

The purest angel, in the darkest night.

You take a look, one minute he's there.

The next, he's gone.

You can't catch him, he's like a ghost.

He's like smoke through your bare hands.

x x x

On a mission, he is.

To avenge his one love's death.

Evil must fall, for what they have done,

to a poor, defenseless woman.

x x x

Eric watches, as Sara tries to see him.

But she cannot.

Yes, he died and she's now alone.

... Though, it can't rain all the time.