This is a poem written in the time of Erik's slow death in Love Across the Ages, I'm kinda bored, sooo, ENJOY!
A father to me, loving and caring.
He lays down in dreary darkness, day and night, I can't help but hope that Death's scythe slashes through him soon.
Loving him enough to let Death take him, isn't hard now, but I know, as I gaze up at the shining beings of the night sky, it will be hard when he is gone.
His world now is nothing but pain and misery, killing him oh so slowly.
He should have died long ago, toiling with pain at the loss of many who he loved, while he passed them by.
I know when he dies, peace will be in his heart, he gets to see all those people he told me about as a child.
But when he's gone, I'll sit here weeping, a mixture of joy and sorrow. I'll lose the only person that had brought me happiness for so long, as everyone else left to go on adventures with lover's, or passed on as he will.
He offered me security, and when I was at an all time low, he brought me back up again.
But when he's gone, there'll be nothing in this Opera House, but a lonely young woman.
And as I think about this poem, descending down into the catacombs of this once Grand building, something is telling me, this is it, the is the infamous Opera Ghost last hour. My Final Hour with him, and it'll be gone, forever, as time wears on, I won't be able to get it back, just like Erik.
This is my Final Hour with him, and I hope to make it what its worth.