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A Ghost and His Blue Rose
In the slums stands a museum that is 100 years old
It has withstood time, looting, and winters cold
Though it houses beautiful art peices, the word haunted suits it perfectly
For it is also the dwelling place of the phantom of the art gallery
He was content with being encased by walls of wooden posts
But he'd rather live in a museum with spirits and ghosts
There he can reflect on the masterpeices he's created
And scrounge for new ideas confused and isolated
To be a ghost with extraordinary ability
Such as Clairvoiance, concealment, intangibility
Will often comes with a very unforgiving price
Like isolation, frustration, and a heart of ice
Night after night drenched in moon beams
The POTAG hopelessly searches for that girl of his dreams
His quest is unsucessful, but that's just how it goes
For anyone who seeks their desired blue rose
The POTAG, on his painful quest refuses to stray off
For in his mind he truely believes it will all pay off
One night while gazing upon the moonlit skies
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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