Child of the Wilderness
By PhantomsAngel1870
Ever since birth my mother knew loving me would be a disagreeable task
She knew she would only bear to look at me with my half white mask.
After ten years running away
Seems the best thing to do today.
Because no one will care
After I leave, the burden they won't have to bare.
Some say what my mother says isn't true
But I know that she won't notice me gone out of the blue.
So I begin to pack up my things
My mother's mockery at my plan stings,
She doesn't believe I am serious
Which only causes me to become furious.
So I slam the mansion's door and leave
And now she knows, she believes.
I run from the mansion's sight,
Ultimately putting myself into my plight.
I have nowhere to live
To get things I need I thieve and become secretive.
One night I'm captured and put into a gypsy's caravan,
I could tell from his dark skin that my master, Javert, was Persian:
He whips me and lash run on my back and across my arm,
I finally know that I am in harm.
I struggle with my bonds and fight
Using all my strength and might,
But as my face was mocked for its distorted shape
I gave up knowing no one would help me escape.
I look out the cage every day for aid
And around the bars I saw a rope slightly frayed.
He was sitting in front of me
Counting the money he made, I know he wouldn't see.
I wrapped the rope around his neck
I didn't have long so I pulled it as hard as heck.
He fell from my attack
For a minute my body froze, I couldn't act
But then a girl came and grabbed my hand
Maybe I have at last made a friend
She takes me away and I hide
Knowing if I had been captured I would have died
I stay hidden and learn music
I learn very quickly how it can be therapeutic
I keep watch over the opera house
Roaming as quietly as a mouse
I guard and protect
The underdogs that live in neglect
You may know me, for I am your host
I am the infamous Opera Ghost