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?