Red Death's Final Tears

A soul lost in eternal darkness,

Friends With no one,

All alone...

No more tears,

None to shed,

He loved her,

She left him,

He set her free...

In his dark cave, he lies,

His music, his friend,

His one and only companion...

As he sits,

The opera's ghost,

Recollections of her

And why,

His pain from his love,

His love from his pain...

He eyes his mask,

Black and broken,

To hide his face,

Leave the world,

Show his lies...

The first thing his mother,

Scared and disgusted,

Gave him,

His mask...

...On the floor by his organ,

His coffin, his bed...

Don Juan Triumphant nears completion,

The final line, he writes,

His last tears fall,

Silent, steady, slow...

He lies in bed,

His play in hand,

X shaped arms,

Closing the door,

In his coffin, he lay,

Silent tears falling,

His final words spoken...:

"...Christine..."

In a dark cellar,

Below the famous Paris Opera,

Cold and alone,

His final resting place...

The newspaper prints:

"Erik is dead."