Note: A poem from Christine's point of view. This is right after Christine sees the Phantom's face.
Oh, God, the terror!The terror pulsing through me!
My hands are shaking,
My heart is beating...
Who, or what, was that?
A monster or a man?
He said he was my master,
I just don't understand...
Confused, frightened, and alone.
In a house I know not of.
When will I wake up,
From this nightmare into I've been shoved?
His voice is the same,
His eyes are still filled with sorrow.
He scared me so,
And had much anger!
He cried on my dress,
Pleading, weeping...
This isn't my master.
This isn't my angel...
Exhausted with grief.
Confused with feelings.
Too tired to walk...
Too tired to talk...
Not too tired to cry, however.
He said he loved me,
Said he always had...
How can I love him?
That mad monster in there?
It's strange, though, I think.
I had secretly wanted this.
The voice to tell me he loved me.
But not to whisk me off through his labyrinth!
Too upset to think,
And, finally, too tired to cry.
I must have passed out from exhausting grief then...
Too tired of asking the question "why?"
I felt him pick me up,
Lifting me gently in his arms.
I heard his solid footsteps,
Echo down the hall.
I knew then he really loved me...
But how can I love him?
He has taken care of me,
He is better than most men.
But what would you do?
In a similar situation?
When you find out someone close to you,
Is a monster? Is a demon?!
But is he really?
Demons cannot love...
Is he just a man, truly?
Is this my angel I speak of?
He lays me down,
In a quiet room right off his.
I can physically feel how he longs,
To give me a goodnight kiss.
And a new feeling pulses through me,
Not of sorrow; not of terror.
But of love.