June 1995
The Fear of Christine Daae
I hear his voice calling to me and violently I tremble.
I desperately strive to resist his sweet, tempting song,
that delicate melody which lures me into his darkness.
I try to evade, yet if I don't go, he will find me himself.
And he will weep before me, such tears the world has never seen.
I am forever imprisoned by his heavenly voice and his despairing mind.
Yet I do not hate him, no, I cannot, for I pity him deeply.
I try to be compassionate, for he loves me with a fierce devotion.
But somehow I dread him; he fills me with an inexplicable terror.
I am always followed by that dark shadow who haunts the opera,
anticipating the day when I will tell him that I love him.
Only then will he cease his fearful reign, but do I want to surrender?
Do I want to give up my life and always hear his dangerous song?
He is calling me again: gently but insistently pleading.
I find myself relenting, for I cannot let him suffer.
I cannot imagine the heartache felt by this extraordinary being.
Good-bye gentle, sweet world, I must leave you forever.
Hello dark, mysterious labyrinth that awaits my arrival.
Again I return to my trap-door lover--
the Phantom of the Opera.