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Author's Note: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. Don't forget to review!
Behind more than just a mask, he felt protected from her inquisitive and knowing gaze.
He came up behind her, pouring his heart out, letting his grief penetrate his voice.
Her soft curls teased him, cutting through his mind's haze.
He altered his music and gave her a choice.
He slowly let the mask fall, and she saw more of him than she ever had before.
This time, however, the baring of his emotions was of his own doing.
He was not blind; he saw how she looked for her lover, from the ceiling to the floor,
But he fooled himself into thinking it was his imagination, and it was he she was frightened of losing.
The sound of her voice trilling like bells sent shivers down his spine.
He closed his eyes in contentment, losing himself in that never ending moment onstage.
For once, just once, he wanted to take her into his arms and be able to claim her as "mine".
She came to him willingly, smiling, but it did not reach her eyes. Still, his heart beat in its cage.
They came together, two becoming one.
And he knew it was meant to be.
He knew if he was permitted to have someone,
Then it had to be Christine.
The onlookers vanished, and tears gathered in his eyes as she nodded at his invitation.
She took his hand, and felt his cheek, and he had never known such a sensation.
She leaned in closer, but something broke, and her eyes became lost in space.
There was no mercy in her heart as she ripped his mask from his horrendous face.
His heart stopped beating and fell to the floor, and shattered into a thousand pieces.
The drops that fell from her eyes, he felt, were wretched. She did not deserve to cry!
His enraged mind formed its own terrible thesis,
And he stole her away from the light and the sky.
If she would not love him as a wife should on her own,
Then he would force to her stay forever in his home.
And she would be his living bride
No matter how much she begged or cried.
He was not heartless; she'd had her chance! It was her own fault she did not take it!
There was a different choice she could have made, and it was her fault she didn't make it.
Not much, but I enjoyed writing it immensely. I feel that it's a million times easier to get inside Erik's head when I'm writing poetry. I hope you liked it, and don't forget to review! I know it was just a poem, but I still love hearing from ya'll :) Thank you!