The ending scene of the Phantom of the opera when all three of them are in his underground lair. Please review and if you do, I might just write another. I am entering the poem in a contest so it is very important that I get reviews, as it good, bad or needs work. Please, I would like to win. Thank you
I want to kill that man
The dastardly, deceiving kind
Made me lose my mind
One step and he rearranged her life
Separated us with lies
The music, our love she denies
For what, a sap of a man
Who thinks he can give her all that I can
What has he created for her
I bestowed a stage, an adoring fanbase
Used my wits to give her these gifts
And what granted she has taken of me.
Forsaken me for insipid memories
Ashes of a little girl sealed away for a life so sour
Until I made her, the woman of the hour
Her beauty was curtained under the velvet sheet
Until I wrapped her in rich brocades and gave her wings to sing
Does she understand the risk I took, peril for her favour
No, selfishness she has imbibed from the wretched man
He has poisoned her mind against me
Told her tales that were not true
How could she think I am a monstrosity?
How could she question my generosity?
Where did this come, this hostility?
A doe-eyed beauty, full of grace
A man tarnished, shunned for his face
There was once love and admiration
I gave her opportunity, elevated her station
Breathing life into a voice so daintily fine
All I ask was that she become mine
Now there is rebuke and disdain
She means to cause me pain
Her tongue does the job, with finesse
I do not remember teaching her this
To loathe, to injure, her eyes are scorching
Where is the lady who grew under my watching?
What hateful creature have you turned her into
I question the man,
Anger coursing through my veins, hot and consuming
I want to crush a million black roses, for her they were blooming
The deepest desire I yearn, aside from loving her
Is to gravely injure the man
The scheming, despicable man
I see it in her eyes, crawling and spewing with hate
Filled with reproach and passion to denigrate
The fault lies with the hideous creature
I will end this miserable lecher
My eyes are caught to a shimmer in the mirror
The person I see she does most despise
For treatment of her, so hurtful and vile
With an ardent fervour to rival mine
It pains me so to say, it is 'I'
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