"I own a second hand bookshop, I make my living off other people's obsessions." – The wonderful man who sold me my hardcover Leroux Phantom of the Opera, with the most beautiful illustrations by Greg Hildebrandt. In short, the most beautiful book I've ever had the honour to own.
It was here, he remembered, that he had used to come with little Christine to see the Korrigans dance at the rising of the moon. - The Phantom of the Opera
What of the Korrigans? Who were these creatures that danced by the moon and were the soul of many a tale of old gentlemen and grandames in Perros whom Little Lotte and yound Raoul used to knock so politely on their doors and beg a story? I was inspired to write something about them, and in true me style, couldn't quite get around to researching precisely what Korrigans are just yet, instead here I am eating dark cooking chocolate…which actually tastes fairly shite, and presenting you with my poem, enjoy.
We are we are we are…
The Korrigans Korrigans Korrigans…
And we dance far out on the Perros moors
Where the waves cliff crash the seas
We saw we saw we saw
The Switzerman's fair child daughter
And the scarf wind tossed in the water
By Perros moors on sea
We laugh we laugh we laugh
At the foolish highborn suitor
With youth's love seeks to woo her
The angel fair child sing
We throw we throw we throw!
The skulls lie in the churchyard
With feral delight and discard
And reveal concerto within
We ken we ken we ken
The fear-love in the fair heart
Lost cries within highborn's part
As we dance on moors by sea
But we know we know we know
That part of story not told
To highborn love nor penfold
When mask lay in his love's hold
Sweet kiss embrace his lost soul
Moor night on Perros sea
We are we are we are…
The Korrigans Korrigans Korrigans…
And we dance the song the rue soul sang
Mask play lonely cannot see
Well I liked it. Did you? Hope so, love Adibug