Anotace: Hehe, one confusive poem :oP
I thought about my quintessence
if I had beaten all I always feared
but then I lost my mind's presence
and my thoughts turned to something weird.
Why was my mind in deep stress,
why I couldn't recall my adress?
That was the work of the Phantom,
who had caused my thoughts random.
He was waiting and then crept into my mind silently,
mixed my memories and scattered them seriously.
That is why I'm so confused, indeed.
But it can't be! Nevermore I will him feed!
I'm in defence! It was his last action!
In my brain, I'm locking every section!
Die, Phantom, my sworn enemy,
My memories, you won't get ANY!