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