Twilight- A poem from Christine's point of view after the occurrences at the Opera, she sits on the roof to think, I'll soon be posting a companion fic.
The moon is high
The winds are low
My body begins to tremble
As the coldness of the night grows
The darkness is so full
And around me it wraps
I feel a bit safer now
Then I would have before I left
I can sense someone is watching
But I do not turn in fear
For I can hear the swish of his cape
And his scent tells me he is near
I calmly rest in the starlight
And sing a song of the moon
I know the Vicomte will come searching
So I suppose I should speak soon
I open my mouth to great him
But his silence tells me a lot
I feel bad now to meet him
When to him I gave naught,
He gave me the music I cling to
As I sit on the roof top
He gave me love to return too
And instead I ran off with the fop
Now I open my mouth
And my words I will never regret
I speak out "I love you Erik,
So rest now and do not fret."
Katherine Faulhaber aka Sharonarnotdon 7-31-03
