The Phantom's Elegy

Listen to my cry!
listen to this song!
I'll sing it till in your eye
Stream of tears do throng!

This is a story of a man forlorn,
Of grieves and pains that to him did adorn,
Between rejections and miseries whose life was torn,
Whom the humanity had rejected with scorn.

Cruel was his fate, crueler the world
And he was forced to bear this through and through,
I tell you this tale of that man forlorn
Whom people despised and called Phantom!

It was because of his hideous face
That people put him to disgrace,
Treated him like an animal and
Banished him from the human race.

Outcast, hated and despised,
Always rejected and always denied,
It was true love of which he was deprived,
Tears, tears; tears of blood he cried.

Then one day seeing a lady his heart did leap,
And hopes of true love into his heart did sweep.
But unaware he was of the tragedy yet to befall,
For about his reality the phantom had failed to recall.

So drifted by foolishness he thus thought-
Finally he’d get the love he’d sought,
Finally someone to him would care,
With whom joys and sorrows he’d share.

But alas! His cruel fate stabbed him again,
All his efforts to seek true love went in vain!
For he never got the love he’d sought,
The grief of which left him distraught.

Pained though he was at his heart,
But not for the first time and not for last,
For he knew until his last breath to him did leave,
With his cursed fate he was doomed to live.

Finally one day he withered and died
But there was none for him who mourned and cried,
Though on his death no one cries...
At last in solace… here the phantom lies!

Author's Note

This poem is inspired from the novel - "The Phantom of Manhattan" by Frederick Forsyth.
I found the novel to be too good, inspiring and was propelled to pen this one down!