Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, I don't own Erik (except in my imagination), I don't own Christine, I own nothing and because of that I have no money…please don't sue.
Author's Note: Alright, this is my first time putting a poem on FF.N, I usually don't share anything, please, though, do give me some honest critiquing…I want to get better!
The Prison of My Mask
How useful a simple mask can be.
Yet what a prison!
I'll never escape.
I'll die, never having once been a normal person.
People will deny my existence.
Oh! What they have done
They will continue doing.
Yet I–I will make them know me.
Let them know that the Angel resides,
Not in Heaven,
But in Hell!
In the deep fiery depths of their hate.
Without a face I am the Angel.
The sweet power of Heaven
Who will grant music
To those who deserve it.
DESERVE IT?
I laugh.
Those mere mortals will never deserve
My music, my burning music.
Yet there was one.
Oh, how I loved her.
She looked past my deformity
And sang music, MUSIC!
Yet she, like the world,
Would come to choose beauty over genius.
That Vicomte could never love her.
I loved her, me.
Oh Christine!
This feared demon from Hell
Still shouts your name.
While he sleeps in his dark lair beneath the lake.
No! I will not cry out for her.
She chose.
Wrongly, yes,
But is her mistake, not mine. NOT MINE!
Oh God forgive those harsh words.
I love her,
I do not wish to curse her.
God forgive me. Oh God…
God? Why do I pray to a god
Who would wish this upon me?
Does Lucifer pray to God?
Nor do I, his accursed demon.
My mask!
My mask oh blessed curse.
This piece of plaster
Cast upon me by a world of ignorance and hate.
Give the Angel a face,
He becomes a demon.
Give the Angel a mask,
Imprison him for life.
I Am The Angel Of Music.
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