Haunted
I'm studying Phantom of the Opera as a film study at school at the moment - it is the most amazing movie. This poem suddenly came to me, based on how Christine and the Phantom feel.
I look behind
A noise I hear
Nothing to be seen
Yet I know you're here
Snow brushes
Milk white cheeks
Burning with fire
Uncertainty, wonder
Father, Angel, Phantom
Impostor, music master
Trapped inside himself
He runs and turns much faster
A shape, a spirit
That won't leave me behind
Steeped in darkest night
The Angel tries to find
Cannot let go
Can't leave behind
The spirit girl
Inside his mind
Trapped in dingy dungeons
Fire brightly burns
Devouring, delivering
The Phantom's hourglass turns
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- Amy