Little Dancer Girl

She wakes in the morning, opens her eyes to the world
Just another dreamer, just another little girl.
School waits for her but she doesn’t really care for it
They give her homework but she just can’t finish it
But when the night comes and she hits the floor
No one’s going to tell her what to do anymore

She comes home in the evening, ready for the night
Looking out of her window at the burning street light
She’s got one last chance to make the grade
To hit the stage with plans she’s so carefully laid
And when the night time comes and she hits the floor
She isn’t going to worry about work anymore

Let the music play all night as around the room you twirl
Hold that dream in your heart forever, little dancer girl.

poem by Anthony Lund
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The Phantom

The Phantom stalks these many halls
The tunnels and the many rooms here
His distorted features hidden from sight
And he will not come too near

The Phantom strikes when we expect it least
When our defences are down and we are weak
His purpose is served with a beautiful girl
In times when the outcome looks bleak

The Phantom haunts the mind and soul
Of both lovers and the lonely in the night
The path of destruction is opened wide
And the scene is set for an epic fight

The Phantom though is not a real man
No demon or monster from hell
But the power we all hold in our hearts
That of which the great romantics tell

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Memory's Shadow

Faces and names lost in haze and dark
Hurts and blames always leaving their mark
Pain and lies only sink into grey
Lovers and friends gradually fade away
Towers of power brought down low
Where? All there in memory’s shadow

A promise made down on one knee
A first kiss made under an ancient oak tree
An action of hate against a community
Consequences revealed in a moment of clarity
A shot to the head not painful or slow
All held right there in memory’s shadow

Snapshots of a time long since past
Fragments salvaged in hope they will last
Pieces of horror we do not want to keep
Slices of life to make grown men weep
A farewell to a beauty to whom love we did show
Will always be caught there in memory’s shadow

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