Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, or any of the characters – they all belong to their respective owners.
Graceful.
Slender as a cat, moving along
those ebony
hallways, silent as the night:
but these are clichés, and you are far from being one
Perhaps the word 'candlelit'
would suffice:
your eyes
glitter coolly in the dark, the flaring yellow of a candle flame:
haunted,
cold and lonely – frozen, somewhat
like the silent stare of a stone gargoyle
only
living;
divine
frenzy: sundered wings – I can almost feel
the
pain of seeping wounds (though I cannot see)
and the torn feathers. I thought you were
a dark angel:
a
white raven – the shadowed gaze
of those candle-lit eyes a contrast against
the
overarching beauty of your music.
do
not think I do not hear you whisper
nor hear the quiet heartache in
your voice
when you sing.
(if
I alone can make your song take flight
allow
me to help you make the music of the night)