"Come with me," the Phantom said
"And we will go see who is dead."
"What do you mean?" Christine cried
As she followed suit with a feminine stride.
"You shall see, you shall see!"
Cackled Erik with morbid glee.
Down the corridor of stone they strolled,
Into the hall as their feet grew cold,
Over until the edge of the lake,
Where Carlotta was roasting on a big sharp stake!
"Oh Erik," cried Christine, "What did you do?"
He simply replied, "Have some Buquet stew.
And after that, have some Piangi Pie.
I made it myself, so do have a try,
And as for dessert, don't you know,
We're having Monsieur Firmin's left toe."
Christine tried it all, just to be nice,
But found herself having a second slice.
Little did she know that against her wishes
She was eating Raoul…and he was delicious!