Appearances, like words, can be deceptive. The Phantom learns this the hard way.
One shot, a twist on the classic 'Roses are Red' poem. The italics are the Phantom's thoughts. It's set after he finds out about Christine and Raoul, at the 'All I Ask Of You Reprise', if you like.
I don't own him, but if I did – after this – I would definitely give him a hug.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you
A single rose was tightly clenched in his hand.
Her voice was as sweet as sugar, as fresh as a breeze, as pure as ice… how could a man not fall in love with a voice like that? He had.
Turned out someone else had, too.
Roses are red,
Pure and bright,
Flourished with beauty
As enchanting as the night
And he'd loved her, too. From the moment he heard her sing, he had loved her. In his dark and gloomy cave he had sat, caring only about the music, twisted with scorn and hate, and then…
… and then he'd heard her sing, and somehow, the world changed.
Roses are red,
You care to the seed
And help them grow,
To win and succeed.
She was his rose…
Hadn't he had tended to her? Hadn't he nurtured her and watched her grow? All he'd ever wanted was for her to succeed, and for her voice to be heard by everyone.
And now everyone had heard it… and they wanted a part of her too. Irony had a sick sense of humour.
Roses are red,
The day comes to a close,
But in the darkness I see,
The red of my rose
It had got to the point where nothing else had mattered, just her. The world could have closed in around him and all he'd be worried about was his precious rose. Was it obsession or love? He didn't know. Part of him didn't even know what love was. After all, he'd never been shown love before…
Roses are red,
Gentle and true,
But roses have thorns
And as do you…
But now, after all he'd done for her, look how she had repaid him! Could she not see this Vicomte only wanted her for her money-making voice, while he saw the true beauty in the voice –
How could she do this to him?! She, his rose, his angel… how could something so beautiful do something so cruel?
Roses are red
As red as blood
You broke my heart,
You destroyed my world…
With a gentle sob, his fist unclenched, leaving broken rose petals to dance aimlessly in the breeze before falling and resting in the snow.
Roses are deceptive,
Their beauty quickly fades
They're easy to love,
Yet hard to hate,
Roses are red,
For danger, hate and scorn
I once loved a rose,
But I didn't see the thorns…
OK… now I feel depressed. Poor Erik.
But, in a strange way… I'm quite proud of it. And yes, I know some of the poems don't rhyme, but I felt the meaning of the words and what they signify were more poetic than making them rhyme. :D
Please review and tell me what you think. Personally, I think I'll probably stick to the funny stuff. :P
Huge thanks to Wikitiki99, Avatarwolf and IthilielCuivienien, my first ever reviewers to my other story. Thanks!! Oh, and, Ithiliel, who spotted the Monty Python quote… I owe you cookies. :P
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