Breakfast on Pluto

Ice blue eyes

And lips of perfection

She was a thing of beauty.

When Billy walked in

He sang like a jukebox and she was his muse

Until came - the Goddess of Destruction

With her swing of flowers,

Father behind glass,

Reflections or a red hue.

The truth came in whispers...

How true love always evaded her

And the Phantom Lady was forever lost.