THEMASK FINALLY COMES OFF
A/N: Ok, this is the phantom's thought right before his death…it is sad…yes…this; is his thought
He lay in a bed in the back of the opera house, hidden from the world.
His breath is labored…age has taken it's toll.
Slowly closing his eyes and thought
"Who but I…have the face, which makes a mother scream…
Who but I have the voice of an angel…but the face of a devil…I, the Angel in Hell…
I have suffered much…but even so, once I had love…"
He opened his eyes and whispered her name weakly.
"…Christine…"
"My only love…my only prayer…is gone…
And yet, she betrayed me…she broke my heart…
SHE-WITCH!…but even still…my heart yearns for her…
Will I see her in death?
I put wind under her wings…I gave her the music of the night…
AND STILL SHE BETRAYS ME!
…Her mind refused me…yet her soul had given into me…
She refused to have true beauty…she toyed with me…
So I die alone…alone…
An innocent soul, cursed to hell before even given a chance!
The music of the night…shall never be heard…
But the sobs of an innocent child…will pierce the silent night…
In the darkness of the night…I can never be hideous…they shall never scream at my face…
Now I die, in my dungeon of despair…alone…in the darkness…alone…"
Slowly, he reaches for his face…gently…he removes the white mask, which he had, for sooo many years…
And no one, shall ever see that pain which was so cleverly hidden behind that very same mask…
Even in his weakened state, he sits up.
"Christine…even in death I shall love you…Christine…" he sang in a soft harmonious whisper.
And slowly…he lies back down…and his eyes closes his eyes and sleeps…
A sleep, from which he shall never wake…