A Danny Phantom poetry series :)
Danny
One for the living, two for the dead, Three for the ghost with the crown on his head. Four for the rift where the echoes call, Five for the boy who will save — or fall. Six for the portal, glowing green, Seven for realms that drift unseen. Eight for the friends who stand through fright, Nine for the heart split wrong from right. Ten for the name the world won’t know, Half of light, and half of woe.
A hero of silence, a secret untold, A bond of warmth in a world so cold. Should truth be spoken, the veil may rend— For death and life must never blend.
-Zhelin Thames













