DISCLAIMER:
I don't own anything considering the "Phantom of the Opera". It all belongs to Gaston Leroux.
DEDICATION:
I dedicate this poem to my dear grandfather.
May this give you something to smile about in heaven, Papa. I miss you.
D E S T I N Y
Why did I what I did?
Why was I driven to possess her?
Why did I give in to this madness?
I don't know
Why was she not able to love me?
Why was I not able to forgive her?
Why was he so stupid?
I don't want to know
I did everything for her
I stole the stars for her
It was not enough
I saw her with him some time ago
She was happy
Really happy
Her eyes had a sparkle they always hid when with me
I knew I had made the right decision
I let her go
I let her return to her love
I knew she couldn't be with me
I am not that cruel
My princess needs the sun to live
She has to be in the light
Only then can her soul be free
I know my time is up
I am the last to tell about it
The last survivor
At least officially…
"Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead…?"
These words are strangely comforting
I will not remember why I was here
I will not remember…
The world remembers the glory
The world remembers the games
The world remembers her
I pray to God that I will be forgotten
They are watching me
I can sense their eyes on me
I hate it
Not them
Never them
These two deserve their happiness
I hate my life
Everything I loved was taken from me
Now I am alone
Truly alone
Solitude can be liberating
It showed me my mistakes
It showed me why she did it
It gave me knowledge
I hope with all my heart the rumours will never stop
I hope with all my soul they are safe
I hope his heir can handle the power
I deny all knowledge about them
That is all I can give them
My last gift for my lost princess
It will die with me
Secrets guard themselves easily
I will do the same
In the eyes of an angel we all have the same face
Her angel is beautiful
Both of them…
~ I hope you liked it, Delilah ~