Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera is not mine. I only wrote this poem and am not making any money out of it.

Moving along, Moving on

Moving along, moving on…

Across the world,

Passing green hills,

Blue skies,

Then Snowy hills and dull skies.

The phantom sings with me,

As we fly across the world,

Dreaming, with a breeze blowing across my face,

Our voices echo around the mountains,

As we move along, move on.

He holds me close,

Never lets me go,

I hold him tight as well,

Afraid to fall,

I never want to let him go,

As we are moving along, moving on.

We sing and sing,

Never tiring,

With each other, we feel the beauty of music,

We never let go, keep holding on,

Preparing to part, when we shall arrive home and be torn apart,

By another man who also has my heart.

Raoul is kind, and gentle too,

But he is not the phantom,

For whom my heart has always secretly ached for,

He has not the gift to sing,

As the phantom does,

I do love him, but I'm confused,

Who do I choose?

At home, at night,

The phantom calls me, as Raoul knocks on my door,

Who do I go to? Who do I answer?

My head tells me Raoul, but my heart leads me to my beloved phantom,

I'm torn apart, my life is bittersweet,

I cannot decide, for I love them both,

I want Raoul yet I yearn for the Phantom.

I hear them still, their calls more persistent,

I cannot help myself,

I follow the Phantom's calls,

I see him, holding his arms out to me,

I run into them and he holds me close.

He asks me to sing to him, his angel of music.

I sing and he joins me,

We sing together,

And I remember Raoul,

I must return to him,

I see the sadness, in my Phantoms eyes,

He believes I leave him, because of his face,

Once again, my heart aches.

I return to Raoul, he smiles at me,

I smile back and feel warm,

My darling childhood friend,

Who could do me no harm,

He is predictable,

Whereas the phantom is not,

He is safe, I only feel safe when the phantom holds me,

The phantom is dangerous.

I need Raoul, but I want the phantom,

I won't decide, I cannot choose,

My heart is divided in two,

I love both of them,

So I cannot choose,

I must leave,

Move along, move on.

I sing as I pack my bags,

I sing as I leave the theatre,

I sing as I walk,

I sing as I cry,

I hear singing behind me,

It is my phantom, my Erik.

He walks to me, asking me why I was leaving,

I tell him, I cannot bear to choose, between him and Raoul,

He strokes my face and tells me not to worry,

Raoul will be fine,

How? I ask him,

He only wants you for to be happy, he says,

I need Raoul, but I want the phantom.

I have made a choice,

Between Raoul and my phantom,

I choose my phantom,

I feel safe, when he holds me close,

I like his unpredictability, I love his danger,

I love him,

Not with half, but all my heart,

No longer confused, my feeling no longer divided,

I slip my hands in his and we go home.

Raoul was fine, he moved along, moved on,

As my phantom and I did,

Together we haunted the Opera house,

I showed him love,

And so did he,

Together we lived and loved, we sang for an eternity.

A/N: I decided to make Christine end up with the Phantom in this poem as when I went to go and see "The Phantom of the Opera" in the theatre, I felt really sorry for the Phantom as he was left alone! So yeah, that was my main inspiration for this poem. Hope you enjoyed the different ending!

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-VirtualValkyrie