Author's Note: This is a "Phantom of the Opera" poem I wrote for English class since I'm a big 'phan' of "The Phantom of the Opera". My friends (all fans) thought it was so beautiful, touching, and sad that I felt compelled to publish it here on I hope you all enjoy it though I warn you, it's pretty angsty. :P
The poem is from the Phantom's point of view from the 2004 film version, right after he slips away into the tunnel to leave the Opera.
To Be the Man Whom She Could Love
In this dark and dreary place,
Always to be forgotten
Detached from every single person,
Live only to die forsaken.
Though being alone is nothing new,
To such a thing as I,
A prince in my mind, a sovereign of me,
Thinking only me and my
But I know that loneliness can and will,
Consume my very soul,
The wish to not forever be,
Half man and never whole
This face, this face! So loathsome to them,
Why must I bear this face?
The only thing that keeps me bound
Away from beauty and grace.
Even she had shied away from me,
The angel of my life,
Dared I to dream that someday she could
Love and be my wife?
Oh foolish gargoyle, was I so blind
To believe such a fanciful dream?
For her heart she'd already given away,
Which I could never redeem
She could learn to love, she could learn to love!
I had made myself believe,
Yet I'd forced my hand and made her say
I had tricked her and deceived
Wrong to threaten, wrong to kill,
I'd been blinded by my obsession,
That same obsession soon however,
Had cleared my distorted vision
She had kissed me with her gentle lips,
And touched my face so offensive,
She had kissed me with such gentle grace,
I finally knew what was repulsive.
It was me that was repulsive,
How could I have mistook,
My face as the cause of everyone's
Scared and horrified look?
Foolish me, I blamed my face,
And used it as an excuse,
My actions were more sinister,
Than the porcelain mask I use.
Crying tears of remorse and sorrow,
She wiped them all away,
Crying tears of pain and heartache
I knew what I had to say
I told her to leave and to forget
Me and this place so dismal,
I left, resolved to never forgive
My actions so very shameful
Remembering caused so much pain,
The pain was almost physical,
I glanced at my hand for in it was,
The ring, it was my symbol
A symbol of remembrance,
Of one so pure and beauteous,
An angel, a blessed creature of music,
A queen, a princess, a countess
I loved her, love her, even now
I could never forget,
The way she lifted her voice to sing
With me in a perfect duet
Now alone with me and my thoughts,
Praying to the God above,
That I could learn and strive to be
The man whom she could love
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Please leave a note on what you thought of the poem! Also, I have some ideas to make the poem a lot longer, to explain how the Phantom could be the man who she could love but in the end, realizes that perhaps it is all in vain. A somewhat darker end to the poem but if you would like, I could add more to the poem. Thanks for reading!