A/N: I wrote a poem about Erik. I don't understand why Christine left him, so I decided to write a poem for him that can at least give him something to hold onto.
How happy I was, before she came
I was peaceful, at home, without knowing her name.
But then this Christine walked into my heart,
we sang together for months - quite a good start.
Then a childhood friend came to visit this girl.
I became very jealous - Christine was my whole world.
The Vicomte, Raoul, whatever you'll call it
was appealing to her in looks and by wallet.
I decided that now was the time to go to my home.
Then the first morning she unmasked me - I wished I'd only known.
Her terror - the look on her face - the fright.
Would she ever return? Certainly not that night. . .
Here I am, weeks later, awake in a coffin - my bed.
Soon I'll be peaceful and finally dead.
No matter how bad our relationship seems,
I know that she'll always be there in my dreams.
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No flames please...