AN: Okay, I *will* update PDP, or MTTHPWTC, whatever you want to call it, eventually. I swear! It's the fourth quarter! EVERYTHING is due in the fourth quarter. Here's a little poem to tide you over or to prove I haven't died a horrible, grizzly death in a gutter. I wrote it for English class, pick a picture and write about it. I downloaded one off the 'Net of Peter Karrie during the 'Wandering Child' scene, complete with skull staff. It's from Christine's POV, right before Raoul shows up. It's supposed to be an imagist poem, I'm not sure if I was on track with that or what, I just liked it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom, but I do own this…scrunchie *holds it up* See, dammit, I'm special! Right? I don't know where the Hades-Persephone bit came form and I have the sneaking suspicion I might have heard it someplace else. I don't think I did, but it sounds too clever for me. Yes, I do suffer from low self-confidence.
I sensed him long before I heard him
His scent; the aroma of sandalwood and incense.
The smell of Death.
That presence; powerful, alluring, burning, passionate.
Frightening.
I heard.
That voice, it caressed my very soul, such as the embrace of a lover.
My heart swelled within my breast, my wide eyes searched frantically.
My mind knew nothing other than that euphoric rainbow of sound.
My body walk towards its source, like a marionette to its puppeteer.
And I heard.
I saw.
The spell was broken.
It shattered like the purest glass does after a cold stone has been thrown.
He rose from the mist and unfurled himself.
As graceful as a bat taking flight, always graceful.
But, the inhuman shriek of the bat made me falter.
And I saw.
Yet, I heard.
The command, both spoken and not, bade me come nearer.
I resumed my marionette's walk.
"Come to me…"
He is Hades. I am Persephone.
Like Persephone, I have tasted the bittersweet fruit of the Underworld.
The Underworld has come to reclaim me.
He is my master.
Death has come for me.
Unlike Persephone, however, I do not have the luxury of rebirth.