Thoughts on the Phantom : A Meg Giry Poem
As I practice my dancing
I glance up at
the rafters
Is he up there?
The Opera Ghost
I am
terrified of him
But I can't stop talking about him
And
scaring all the other ballerinas
My mother warns me
But why
would he hurt me?
I'm just a ballet rat
Although I must
admit
Despite being afraid
I also am fascinated by him
Who
is he really
And what does he have planned next?
