Disclaimer: I don't own Erik, Madeleine, or Phantom Aria. Erik wouldn't be too bad...*drifts off*
Author's note: To Phantom Aria. Erik is like your poems...beautiful in his own wonderful way, but neglected by all. In a small way, I hope that I can delve into your poems and find their true meaning, just as Erik hopes he can be understood...may reviews and fwee be with you. And magic. Oh, hell, have it all! *dumps magic, fwee, reviews, pancakes, potatoes, Erik plushies, and a rubber alarm clock at you*
"Beauty" by The Phantom Parisienne
Why am I left in the dark?
Mother, you created me
But somehow no-one cares for my life
Isn't everything precious in a way?
A way all its own...
In my own way, I have inner beauty
I'm alone, neglected, and cold
The icy rain of darkness is perpetual
In my personal Hell
Inside, deep beneath the terrifying exterior
Of my face
Is beauty
Pure and crystalline
Beauty of soul, not of face
Superficiality is not relevant
It is the hidden soul inside me that is.
I am ugly;
I am beautiful
Only one person sees the beauty
Or am I just dreaming?
Christine, do you see?
Do you see that I love and cherish you
As any other man would?
I dare to hope that you can:
For you are beautiful
Both superficially and inside your heart
But am I not the only one who needs you?
It is that viscount, is it not?
But does he truly understand you?
Does he understand that you are still a child?
I do.
I must, to gain your love.
Christine, I wait
Forever and a day,
This demonic angel waits patiently for understanding,
For his beauty must be understood to be revealed.
Dedication: To Phantom Aria! May Erik forever be your muse. Fwee and magic, etc. etc.