Disclaimer: I do not own the POTO… RUB IT IN! **Sobs**
A/N: Hmm, I have decided to write a poem! ^-^ Or maybe I am just putting of my phic, "Four Days"… **smiles innocently** this is from Christine's POV about the Angel of Music!
The Angel of Music!
Oh, can it be
That he has actually come to me?!
Is Papa's promise fulfilled?
Is that the Angel's true voice?
Oh, such radiance dwells in that sound!
Such immense ecstasy overwhelms me
As the room thunders with majesty!
My body shivers with bliss and wonder
As his voice is but a soft caress upon my ear.
An inexplicable masked face!
Does my Angel have a face?
Why does he resemble a man?
An extended hand waits for mine.
Should I take it?
This question barely passes through my mind
As his graceful fingers curl around my own.
His touch is cold.
Can any touch belonging to an angel be so chilling?
Can any touch belonging to a man be so frigid?
A realization has come to me.
He is no angel…
But a mere man!
Oh, as swiftly as the ecstasy and bliss had come
Misery and angst abruptly replaces it.
I feel as if I cannot breathe.
The dark cellar walls are caving in
As my eyes gradually shut
Bringing my consciousness with it
Into the utter darkness.
I awake in the arms of him.
The dark shadow stands above me.
Silence fills the air
As if it were threatening anything to shatter it.
"You are safe, Christine." His voice murmurs.
My body trembles with rushed fear and absolute confusion.
How can a heavenly voice
Belong to a man such as this?