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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

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