A/N: I would be remiss if I did not tell you the cover art for this (and also for my story If This Be Heaven or Hell) belongs to the utterly fantabulous Muirin007, whose profile you can find on DeviantArt. She does some AMAZING work, be it POTO or otherwise; I'm a huge fan.
Erik, Erik, here I am
I've come back to see you again
Oh, Christine, do you not see?
You've killed me, child, for here I lie
Erik, Erik, you aren't dead
How can it be that you speak to me, then?
Oh, Christine, I'm not dead yet
But soon enough I shall be so
Erik, Erik, don't say that
Here I am, and here I'll stay
Oh, Christine, you're far too late
It won't be long until I fly
Erik, Erik, you don't understand
I'm back. I love you. Please don't die
Oh, Christine, I love you well
But time is not a friend of mine
Erik, Erik, what can I do?
How can I stop this? What can I try?
Oh, Christine, there's nothing, child
Nothing but to wait a while
Erik, Erik, you're making me weep
How much longer until you sleep?
Oh, Christine, a matter of hours
Please, I hate to see you cry
Erik, Erik, it can't be helped
I found too late I'd chosen wrong
All this time I loved you so
I had loved you all along
Oh, Christine, I did not mean
To steal your heart and life away
I was selfish, I was cold
Obstinate, I barred your way
Erik, Erik, my love, my heart,
There is one thing I can do
Even though you'll leave me soon
Let us now begin anew
Oh, Christine, you cannot mean—
What is in your head, my child?
Erik, Erik, I'm not a child
Not anymore, and never again
Oh, Christine, your lips are soft
Warm and welcoming and wild
What have I done to deserve this now
After all I've done to you, child?
Erik, Erik, I told you already
A frightened girl I am no longer
Let me show you, let me prove it
I was weak, but now I'm stronger
Oh, Christine, your hands, my love
Oh, how long I've wanted this
Soft as the wings of a sweet pale dove
I never thought I'd know this bliss
Erik, Erik, touch me, please
Before you slip away from me
Oh, Christine, I'll try, my dear
But it isn't easy to stir my limbs
I am old, and weak, and spent
And I think you'll be the death of me
Erik, Erik, don't make jokes
I can't bear it, it isn't fair
How am I to carry on?
Where am I to go from here?
Oh, Christine, don't think of it now
I owe you a hundred apologies
For all of this, and more besides
And time is slipping away from me
Erik, Erik, what should I do?
Should I put out the little lamp?
No, Christine! Don't make it dark!
Brand this into my very soul—
Your beauty unveiled, your hair unbound,
Looking at me, and not afraid
Erik, Erik, feel me now
Put your hand upon my heart
Oh, Christine, with skin so soft
Every curve a work of art
Erik, Erik, is this how it's done?
I don't know if I'm doing it right
Yes, Christine, I think—oh, god
Pardon me if I don't speak—
Erik, oh, Erik, I think I'm—oh!
Oh, Christine, I've closed my eyes—
Erik, Erik, I love you so!
Oh, Christine, you've given me
The greatest gift a man could know
Erik, my Erik, come here to me
Let me kiss you, let me hold—
Erik, Erik, your hands are cold
Oh, Christine, they always are
Erik, Erik, your eyes grow dim
Lay your head upon my breast
Let me sooth your fears away
I won't let the shadows in
Erik, my Erik, my love, my only,
Let me sing you to your rest.
Yes, Christine, a lullaby
For your Erik, as he—
Erik? Erik!
Oh, my heart, my soul, my love.
Yes, I will sing a lullaby—
For my Erik
As he dies.
- Finis -
