The Phantom
The phantom of the opera,
In darkness masquerades.
A maestro of illusion,
In dreams he serenades.
While his protegee is sleeping,
He speaks of their romance.
When love is spurned, she's taken,
And given one last chance.
Imprisoned; unforsaken,
But where, she does not know.
Her choice is now between them,
The phantom or her beau.
One kiss from her he changes,
With her promise, when he dies.
To return and sing a requiem,
And, keep secret where he lies.
11 / 24 / 2016.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2016
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