The Phantom's Night Visit

A silent serenade of hopeful love, or a secretly trapped dark passion?

Wind.

The Phantom loves you, dear Christine

for in the midst of night he gazes so 

at his sleeping queen.

Lie you in your fantasies

as the Angel of Music hums,

‘My love, to you Erik comes.’

While the dewdrops on rose petals crystallize,

a shivering shadow draws near in mesmerize

caressing your face with hands like ice,

gently like the first falling snowflake,

longingly like a lover’s heartache.

Erik is coming to his lady tonight

to fulfill desires he can no longer fight,

for how strong can a man hold firm his passion

when love has clouded his emotion?

Phantom.

Beautiful creature, what spell have you put on me?

why must you seduce Erik with your beauty

and let me suffer this agony?

I am mad for your thorned love, Christine.

But torn I am between affection and sin.

I could just lean next to you

till the Moon bids me adieu’.

I’d endlessly savour my love’s soft lips

as long as the sun stays below the mountains’ hips.

But you look so lovely in undisturbed sleep

with that sensuous form I wish were mine to keep.

What dreams

are you harbouring, my sweet soul?

Do you dream about Erik,

or are you dreaming of Raoul?

Ah, how I wish you’d be frozen eternally

in that captivating charm and be near to me,

forever letting Erik lonely no more.

There is no greater love I look for.

Love " how sacred that word meant!

As though universal, it does not bent

on vagrant souls and dark knights,

nor phantoms amidst the black of night.

Since Romance paints love

with godly men

having amour with gorgeous women,

where am I to be in this scene?

I could only but crave 

for the love of Christine.

Under the gleaming twilight

I serenade into my beloved’s ear,

‘Come away with Erik, my dear.

Erik shall make you queen in his chamber.’

‘Surrender your heart 

to this solitary soul.

And never remember any Raoul.’

Wind.

Sleep well into the breaking dawn,

Songbird of the Angel of Music.

Amon-Ra has arisen in his magnifique.

Erik leaves you to your rest so serene.

Till another nightfall,

the Phantom will come to Christine.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Raja]

I am soaked in your romanticism! So long I have been looking for this softness,this realisation of the intricate chemistry that exists between the dark and the romantic.Its a beautiful poem,and I congratulate you for that.

[Lonely Scorpio Girl]

Thank you for the beautiful review, Raja... I am delighted that you like my poem :)