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Description
In the city's shadows, where spectres roam,
The Bascule Bridge stands, grim and lone.
Its metal arms defy the air,
Luring souls to dare and err.

A dark sky dweller spreads its wings,
A silent herald of dreadful things.
Through gloom and glare, it flies with skill,
A watcher of this haunted thrill.

Below the bridge, in abyss deep,
Where secrets lurk and shadows creep,
I stand, a voiceless sentinel,
Guarding tales no tongue can tell.

With every shot through Phantom's eye,
The bridge discloses its darkened dye.
Whispering secrets through it's glow,
In the heart of Amsterdam's flow.

Description
In the city's shadows, where spectres roam,
The Bascule Bridge stands, grim and lone.
Its metal arms defy the air,
Luring souls to dare and err.

A dark sky dweller spreads its wings,
A silent herald of dreadful things.
Through gloom and glare, it flies with skill,
A watcher of this haunted thrill.

Below the bridge, in abyss deep,
Where secrets lurk and shadows creep,
I stand, a voiceless sentinel,
Guarding tales no tongue can tell.

With every shot through Phantom's eye,
The bridge discloses its darkened dye.
Whispering secrets through it's glow,
In the heart of Amsterdam's flow.