A First and Foremost Pity

A first and foremost pity for a creature twisted, dark
Roaming aimlessly throughout the blackness of his heart
Darkness' defense, closing him off
From the world around
Protection of the catacombs' blackness,
Sealing him without a sound
Looking from behind a white mask at the humans hating him
List'ning to the screaming ringing in his ears while at the brim
Gentle music, filt'ring down
Distilling in the dark
Reaching up to feel his defense,
Forever lost because of marks
The longing for a life of freedom ever hanging in his mind
Staring silently upon the world of no-one kind
Swirling ghost throughout the darkness,
Appearing to his love in dreams
A specter's love is still something,
Though we know not what it means
Spectral creature, Phantom's sorrow
Wandering throughout the night
His hidden love will always be there,
Though he may not walk in light
So save the darkness, preserve the night
A violinist's single sight
To save the music, heed its call
And never bring his darkness' fall . . .