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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From behind the crimson curtain, The skylark sings within her Gilded cage of musical notes, To please her dark lord and master. Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken, She raises her voice in clarity's Magnificence, Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence. As if a bird taking flight within Harmonies Symphony. This youthful diva sheds Her physical shackles, released By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's Beyond her earthly form. This mistress of song captures Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms Escape, to soar high above the heavens. She is set free, released within the music itself. In the mind of the phantom, he plays Along with the orchestra of the dammed. A pianist of great renowned, with loves Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s Conquest, she is his, always and forever. The dead’s musicians, play on, with their Instruments precisely in tune, A delicate balancing, is each textures Movement, it is harmony's perfection, A Graceful sounding, carried across the Stage of this twisted tragedy. On destiny's piano the grand master sits, With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal Flame of desire. It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds Breeze, calling her name, Christine. Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark Singing, beneath the cobbled streets, And sawyers chambered walls. Love's prince does slay the beast, As fire shatters the opera house, leaving Nothing but ashes residue behind. Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her, The phantom of the opera, Christen. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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