Hey everybody! I just thought of this while listening to the POTO soundtrack. It's basically a collection poems from Erik's POV during certain events. This one is set after Christine and Raoul sing 'All I Ask Of You'. It's my first phic, so no flames please. Constructive criticism is allowed though. Hope you enjoy!
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How could you abandon me
After everything I've done for you?
I've saved you from your loneliness.
Helped you start your life anew.
Your Angel of Music
Has been there to comfort you
From the time you stepped into the Opera House
Since you entered my domain.
I've saved you from depression.
I helped chase away your pain.
I sculpted your voice into that of an angel's
Made it what it is today.
Thanks to me your clear soprano voice
Took the Paris' breath away.
And mine…
And after all that I've done for you,
How did you repay me?
You ripped out my already torn and weary heart.
This heart, which the world claims is black.
This heart that was denied a mother's love.
You destroyed it, broke it,
Dropped it on the ground like you did that rose
And left it in this cold unforgiving world.
And for what?
For that…fop.
That pretentious fool
Did he notice you
When you were a mere chorus girl?
A lonely orphan in the Corps de Ballet?
No.
It took a stunning performance
As a Prima Donna for him to even
Glance your way.
And now you choose him
A friend from the past
Over your angel
You choose the harsh light of the world
Against the sheltering, calming Music of the Night
After all I have done…
I put my heart on the line
Gave you my mind, heart, and soul
And now…
Now I am nothing but a broken man.
Well no more.
I refuse to have my heart
Betrayed like this again.
You say you want a world with no more night?
My dear, if you only knew…
As long as I am living
The shadows will haunt you.
Not even your precious Vicomte
Can save you from me.
Your Angel of Music is gone
The Phantom of the Opera has returned
You cannot escape…
You belong to me…
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Well what did you think? This is my first fic for this category, and the first time I've ever published any poetry so I'm really nervous. R&R, please? Remember no flames, constructive criticism