The Phantom Dapper

The Slickest he was, wherever he went,That Phantom Dapper Visitant.Immaculately Clad in the Finest of Wears,Those who he Met, Saw a man without Cares.But they would be wrong, to Miss all his Strain,For he was Distraught and Riddled with Pain.The Reason for this, couldn’t be Worse,His Lot was to Suffer, the Slave of a Curse.By Day he would Sleep, Confined to his Grave,At Night he Arose, to find the Next Rave.This was his Hex, Released just to Dance,Because he adored the Dark Games of Chance.A Gamble was made and hence fairly Lost,The Price of this Wager, beyond Mortal Cost.The Bet was with one, Perennially Bound,Dead but Existing, on Erebus Mound.Why did he Gamble? he hadn’t the Need,To Stake down his Soul on a Stygian Steed.To make Matters Worse, his Horse was inert,Devoid of all Flesh and Stuck in the Dirt.Forfeit was our Dapper, Dragged to the Gate,In Limbo he Languished, A Rancorous State.So Punished he was and Forever will be,Swamped by the Shadows, Lost like at Sea.Whenever he Wakes, he must find a new Site,from whence he will Live or atleast for the Night.For while there is Raving, Music and Fun,He continues to Dance, Estranged from the Sun.Aurora Arrives, Morning is nigh,Thus is the hour our Dapper will Die.But don’t be upset, for he’s on the Mend,Tonight he’ll Arise, Frequent and Attend.Like many Years Past, before you were Born,A New Place he’ll find and Boogie till Dawn.(Copyright (©) 2008. All rights reserved)

The Phantom Dapper

Max Gatrell

London, United Kingdom

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