Hey guys this is my first Phantom phic, so please be kind~~
DISCLAIMER: I do not, and most likely never will, own any forms of Monsieur Leroux's masterpiece
A pause between the notes-
An unfamiliar melody,
A strange, sweet sound
A voice dipped in honey
My eyes open-
A new world greets me
A world of darkness and sound
The voice continues
Pulling me, guiding me, guarding me,
And there he is-
The owner of that incredible voice
The one who owns my mind
He's my angel
His voice grows stronger, louder-
Calling my name, again and again
I walk towards him, moving slow
Like a moth to the flame.
Only a few tourtured steps now-
His voice as pure as heaven itself
I can feel his presence
Powerfully intoxicating, floating, falling…..
Barely a foot separates us now-
My hand reaches for mon ange
His pale skin glowing in the darkness
That surrounds this place
I reach for his long fingered hands-
"Ange? Es-tu mon ange?"
I whisper, afraid of his answer
Once more, he calls my name-
His skin feels chilled
I raise my other hand
To brush his deformed cheek
My hand almost caressing-
And he fades into the light
His special glow dying
His marvelous voice fading
Frozen, I am, to the spot-
I awake with a start
Safe, in my own bed
Yet chilled to the bone.
French Translations:
mon ange~ my angel
"Ange? Es-tu mon ange?"~ Angel? are you my angel?
Any food for thought? Comments, critiques, ideas, welcome.