Disclaimer: No, I do not own any of the characters from Phantom of the Opera. I am only borrowing them.
Rich maroon drapes of velvet hang from the cavern's coarse ceiling like shimmering waterfalls. A faint smell of mahogany wood drifts from the glossy, elegant piano that sits
Mutely
In a corner. Many majestic, golden candlesticks stand
Silently
In the
Dark,
Their beauty
Denied
By the flame of a candle. Pages of music covered in scarlet,
Aggressive
Notes are littered about the floor like
Forgotten
Memories of years past. In their midst sits a
Man,
A cloak of deep ebony enveloping his skeletal body like a mother's gentle embrace. A snowy mask of porcelain hides his
Grotesque
Face from the merciless world. With each breath, the damp, chilling air pierces his lungs and leaves jagged spikes of icy
Pain
Within his throat. A wavering candle flame casts dancing
Shadows
Across his high cheekbones. With his thin, gloved hands, he tenderly caresses a deep crimson rose that is guarded by
Wicked
Thorns. His
Defeated
Eyes swirl with
Anguish
And glisten with excruciating
Torment.
Like two mirrors of jade, they reflect his
Soul,
His
Passions,
His bittersweet
Longing
To remove the mask and face the light. He cries
Tears
Of the darkest
Misery
That
Burn
And
Scathe
His flesh. His heart is
Conquered
By the demons of
Despair
That slowly
Devour
Him. Neither angel nor demon can perceive the
Tumult
Of emotions that thrash within his being. The night softly whispers a soliloquy of
Laments
For him through its whirling hues of
Darkness.
All of his
Hopes
And
Dreams
Of life have
Disappeared
Into the
Unforgiving
Fog of humanity. Peer into his
Suffering
Soul and see what remnant of
Tragedy
Lies within. Serenity has
Abandoned
Him, Joy has
Betrayed
Him, Sunlight has
Rejected
Him. Will no one save this
Angel
of
Darkness?