A/N: I figured that since it is Labor Day today, it would be nice it I posted another one-shot for you guys. HAPPY LABOR DAY EVERYONE! Thank you 'Grandma Paula' for your lovely review, I hope to hear from you soon! ;)This one is kind of like, about the general feeling during events that took place in Erik's life. Loosely based off of Leroux's Phantom. This is however only mainly related to his time at the opera house. I originally wrote this as just some random poem for my Language Arts class, but I read it again a week or two ago, and realized that t could relate to Erik in a few ways. I modified it a little bit so then it kind of sounds like Erik's life… It's written like it is speaking TO Erik. I hope you like it, guys! Please drop a review!
_Red_
Daring and bold,
It darts into the hearts of the most tortured beings.
Chasing away his worries.
Love.
Love is what joy comes from,
And buries the hatchet with all the painstakingly horrid dispositions.
Love… Love…
Yes, love is a mindboggling poison
Which can only be taken in once in a lifetime.
This is true love .
Not just the playful gestures and good times.
You can only be bitten once by this snake.
Red can be love…
But it can be so many horrible things as well…
Awful and ugly it cuts through flesh and bone.
Sending little red ribbons upon your cold body.
Coiling its dark tendrils about you.
Your life flashes before your eyes!
You only have time enough to remember cupid's arrow.
Struck down to the core.
Aching with loss.
Still raw.
As a clap of thunder would through the rain, it's gone just as fast as it came.
That is the beautiful red that you think of.
Not the little blood bands whirling around you.
And now, all remembrance is gone.
"Wait! Just one last moment! Then I will surrender…"
And just as your last thought of love goes, and you think of al the men you've inflicted this upon,
Your chest gives one last heave, you close your eyes, and your final breath rattles through your lungs.
Then, it's gone.
"I am ready… I am done…"
And you die with her name on your lips.
Red.
Such a hypocritical color.
Red is as beautiful as a lone rose in full bloom.
And foul as sin, all the same.
Red is what you make of it.
You can inflict both upon others, but you never truly understand it until its yours.
You can chose where you will weep, and kill,
But, none of us can choose where we will love…
A/N: So there you have it. A bit of dramatic, melancholy poetry never hurt anyone, right? Well, I suppose that, is entirely up to you. So, I wouldn't know, unless you guys tell me. So PLEASE leave a review! See you next time, and HAPPY LABOR DAY!
-Your obedient servant,
TNP;)