Phantom of the Opera

Phantom of the Opera I stand and watch from my box five And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale I could stay awake till wee hours of dawn gale Listening to her melodic voice Transcendent a soul through a lovely vale A ring upon her finger I hope one day and feel alive An Angel of Music I come and go as I please and no one knows As I walk the path of the tunnels mongst those To its lake beneath the Opera Garnier I know them as well as the construction rose Mask ball I pretend to be in my everyday life A voice behind a mask is all people know of that A man that wears a dress suit, a cloak and a large felt hat A gentleman wears a mask to hide his deformed face. She cannot fathom the mystery of the Man’s Voice The sounds of his voice singing songs coming from the walls My heart broke turning into jealousy and rage When Christine said yes to her childhood sweetheart To say good-by forever and turn the pages I lose my sleep to sleepless nights it’s her I miss Venetian mosaics ceiling weakens Causing the huge ornate crystal chandelier To crash down upon the floor Stealing his beloved Christine To the cellars of the Opera Garnier Time is running out and you know it well “It will never be “she says, for you and me” I just wanted to be like everybody else And not hide from man’s eyes The Monster I am 11/23/2016 Resource; https://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-phantom-of-opera-fact-or-fiction.html https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/l/leroux/gaston/phantom-of-the-opera/complete.html