I did this poem for an assignment in my writing camp at Skidmore College. We were suppose to write a poem in the style of a letter and since the Phantom of the Opera was floating around in my head, this came out.
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You have created so many different aliases that I hardly know which to refer to you as.
Shall I call you the Opera Ghost like the gossiping ballet girls hidden in the wings?
Or should I use the title that you first appeared to me under, the Angel of Music?
Neither seem like the proper ones to use, however.
So, I will address you by the name you whispered to me the night you spirited me away through the mirror.
Your true name.
Erik.
I have heard that you are dead now.
That the skeleton has been found and your reign over the opera house has ended.
Everyone is rejoicing in their freedom but I cannot join them.
For I can still hear the beauty of your voice at my ear and sense your presence there in the shadows.