I saw him, dark against the shadows,
Back pressed to the wall,
Bright white eyes, a painted mask,
His cloak fell through the floor,
I know the concept of his story,
Not the words that paint his page,
She saw him, told us, was our witness,
Been around for quite an age,
Some thought her mad when she claimed sight,
This creature I see now,
But, I know she was seeing right,
I know the truth, not how,
Premonitions, lucid dreaming,
Astral travel and now this,
I know the future, see it clearly,
He's the ghost, the hit and miss,
I know what will happen, right and true,
Before it happens, déjà vu,
Play out the scene in my mind's eye,
Predictions, granted 'fore I die,
He gives me powers, second sight,
To see the ghosts throughout the night,
And seeing eyes to tell the future,
Predictions, granted 'fore I die.
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