This poem came to me right after Ode to Erik. And it is written for his
point of view about me and other phans.

A Phan

A young woman sits and writes

Tears run down her cheeks
As she cries for me
And the life I knew

This is all new to me
Never in my life
Did I have anyone
Who understood my plight

And yet she is not alone
There are others who understand
And wish my story
Had a happier ending
And that I didn't have to die alone

She is a phan
And has been ever since she first heard
My story of woe set to music
And she has made a place for me in her heart

Like so many other phans
That keep my story alive
In their hearts and minds

And in doing so never let my spirit die