The Phantom’s Melody | 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲

𝐄. 𝐍.

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⁞ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

Dear Reader, before you delve into The Phantom’s Melody, I wish to extend a warning about the themes contained within. The content explores difficult and triggering topics: supernatural haunting, religion, psychological manipulation, obsession, fear, attraction, and disturbing imagery. Topics such as demonology, paranormal activity, and intense emotional tension are present. :sparkles:

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭

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”𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.“

⁞𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗

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It watches me as I take the stage,

A phantom that’s cloaked in timeless rage.

While I sing, its eyes burn amber,

A darkened gaze that cuts right through flesh.

In crowds it lurks, its presence always near,

Invisible to others, yet I meet its gaze.

I catch the flicker of its smile,

A twisted grin that drives me wild.

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At the grocery store, its shadow clings,

As I reach for bread, my heartbeat stings.

I feel its breath..so cold..so near,

A whisper low that only can I hear. In church, it’s there, a silent prayer,

Among the saints, it makes its lair.

I kneel to pray, but it’s too late,

Its fingers crawl upon my fate.

It taunts my false faith.

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The library, where books should calm,

But in the quiet aisles, its touch is warm.

Between the pages, soft and sharp,

I hear its hum, I feel its sigh.

When night descends, it claims my room,

A demon’s breath, a lover’s doom.

It hums so close..right by my ear,

A melody I cannot bring myself to fear.

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It strokes my skin, a ghostly kiss,

With every hum, I find no bliss.

Its touch, a promise, deep and vile,

Its voice wraps me in endless trial.

And though it haunts, I never flee,

Its presence is a twisted plea.

It never leaves me, never goes,

Its hum, my prison, softly grows.

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In every crowd, in every space,

I feel its touch, its cold embrace.

It watches, hums, and keeps me near,

A lover’s chant, a whispered fear.

And when the night is thick and still,

It hums to me, it bends my will.

I long to run, but here I stay,

For it, my ghost, won’t go away.

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𝐄． 𝐍.

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