I walked towards the mirror while heavenly music resounded in my ears. I
willingly lost control of my senses completely. Slowly grasping the hand
that was laid out before me, I gasped. The touch was cold. The slender
fingers gently took me into total darkness. The music had ceased, but the
chilling hand still held mine.
"Do not be afraid, Christine. I am here." The voice soothingly spoke, while surrounded in the inclusive dark that smothered us.
I dare not utter a word. My distant eyes desperately searched the area about me, but found his. Those eyes that spoke with warm tenderness, yet blazed with a fiery passion. Drawing in a shaky breath, I studied him. The only aspects that I could see were those longing eyes. The eyes are said to be the windows to the soul. His soul glowed. He continued to lead me lower and lower into the cellars of the Opera. At last, we reached a boat. Turning around, he lifted me, as if I weighed no more than a pound, and placed me into the sturdy boat. As he calmly rowed, his eyes never left me. The placid water reflected off my pale, trembling face. and his. Now, I could clearly see him. He wore a white mask on his face. Reaching the shore, he pulled me up. Lifting my chin with his graceful finger, his eyes danced. He led me into a house. I finally built up my courage.
"Where am I?" I cried.
"This is my home." He said hypnotically.
Then, a pang of reality struck me. He was no angel, but a man!
"Do not be afraid, Christine. I am here." The voice soothingly spoke, while surrounded in the inclusive dark that smothered us.
I dare not utter a word. My distant eyes desperately searched the area about me, but found his. Those eyes that spoke with warm tenderness, yet blazed with a fiery passion. Drawing in a shaky breath, I studied him. The only aspects that I could see were those longing eyes. The eyes are said to be the windows to the soul. His soul glowed. He continued to lead me lower and lower into the cellars of the Opera. At last, we reached a boat. Turning around, he lifted me, as if I weighed no more than a pound, and placed me into the sturdy boat. As he calmly rowed, his eyes never left me. The placid water reflected off my pale, trembling face. and his. Now, I could clearly see him. He wore a white mask on his face. Reaching the shore, he pulled me up. Lifting my chin with his graceful finger, his eyes danced. He led me into a house. I finally built up my courage.
"Where am I?" I cried.
"This is my home." He said hypnotically.
Then, a pang of reality struck me. He was no angel, but a man!