Phantom of the Opera

a pretty pathetic poem on the phantom of the opera.

A voice of an angel and beauty like the sun,

A fate soon to ravel far undone. 

A man in a mask with a captured soul,

Searching for the woman to make his song whole.

His voice rains down upon her in the darkness,

Her deceiving words obtain a new sharpness.

She's under his spell, she's beginning to fall,

A childhood lover ruins it all.

She's falling for her flame,

Her selfish lies drive him insane,

A broken heart and shattered world,

He gave his whole life up for the girl.

A masquerade to express his rage,

This house of opera is merely a cage. 

His vengeful lust hides him from the lies,

Keep your hand at the level of your eyes. 

Candles burning in the night,

A boiling heart ready to fight.

A rose in the blade a rose in a kiss,

A blood stained grave within the mist. 

This Angel of Music to fight for her hand,

He's losing her trust to a dying man. 

This beast of shadows without a name,

His whole world dying in the flame. 

He sings so solemnly inside the dark,

A final song of sadness and a tormented heart.

 

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

*Sob, sob, sob, sob, sob....sobx100* *sniffles* BEAUTIFUL!!!!! As a devoted Phan, Phanatic, Phangirl and anything else you call a strongly sympathetic Phantom fan, I rate this 100%!!!

[revenant21]

Tis good!! At first when I read the title, I figured it was going to be about if you met your own personal Opera Ghost (teehee). But it was good! wonderful job. You tell the story well. :D