Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters in the
book or the musical – they belong to their respective authors.
angel! I hear you cry;
your voice echoing across
dark passageways
too late.
Drifting
down the silent hallways
there
is only the ghost of my presence
(the ghost
of the shadow of a phantom)
a faint brush of
raven-feathered wings:
out of
place on a breathing gargoyle –
Torn apart and thrown to the wind,
a
broken icarus: turning towards the sun
but
falling in a spray of sundered wings.
When
the night comes
and
you think of your lost angel –
or
is it the scarred face of a monster that haunts
you,
feeding your nightmares, your hurts?
a glorified halo placed too soon:
a
broken angel loses his wings.
no,
child: I am no angel of music you hear
there
is only the reality of a dying gargoyle
masquerading
behind an angel's wings.