Quote Originally Posted by HowardRoark View Post
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to
Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver &
brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find
out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
I'm not there… yet ... I do not sleep.
I'm the winds that blow…
I'm diamond glints on snow…
The sunlight on ripened grain … then gentle autumn rain.
The soft star that shines at night.
When you waken... the mornin' hush,
See me... a swift uplifting rush... racing birds in circling flight.

I'm the Green Phantom
The threat of Darkest spires.
I see through Greed
Opposing Natures Fires
If you suck .... too fat
The Phantom knows where your at.