Quietly Erik made his way down the stairs.
He reflected on all the events
Of the last few hours.
The beat of his heart against his chest
Was like a lion threatening to break loose.
His golden eyes searched hungrily for anything
And everything
All at the same time.
He regretted everything,
But nothing,
He had held his love in his arms
And felt the caress of her lips
Touch his.
His barriers had been broken
If only for a few moments.
The taste of loving obsession
Left a bittersweet taste in his mouth.
If only he could get his angel to stay with him
For all eternity
And forever beyond.
As he reflected his dreams were dashed
By uncaring reality.
Nothing he could do to try and win her,
Nothing he could do to persuade her,
Would ever bring back his angel
On wings of love.
The depression replaced the exulted feeling
All men long to feel.
The cherished feeling that Erik knew he would never fear.
All he had known had been destroyed
And all was his fault.
The charred ruins smoldered
And smoke reached his nose with an inviting kiss.
Transfixed Erik let his steps go of their own will
Leading his blinded senses toward the fiery reflection of himself.
Fire sprites bounced and danced
With spectacular pirouettes
And grand jetes galore
Upon the stage that was being ruined
With every touch and landing
Of their soft leaps.
Beckoning to Erik,
Transfixed Erik walked into the dance.
The dance of death
The dance that turned his shoes into the forbidden red shoes,
Unallowing a stop.
Erik danced till his feet felt the burn of fire.
Erik danced till the rest of his body was consumed in the heat
Of this deadly dance.
Erik danced till nothing was left of him but
The ashes Christine would never get to bury
As she had promised not so very long ago.
The ashes of a misunderstood
Mistook and unloved
Dancing unloved and uncherished
Angel.