Memory
A poem from Raoul's POV, what he would tell Erik about that fateful night
Darkness
Eternal misery along a path concealed next to a vast glassy lake
The quiet trickling of water was discernable through the mobs cries
And so was her voice
Little Lotte
Singing to you, of what I thought love
and what you thought fear
But we are all afraid when we're are in love
And perhaps that is what you do not understand.
Pain
I thought having your lasso around my neck was painful
But the sweetest and most exotic pain
Was watching her kiss you
And I wondered how you must have hurt
Whenever you witnessed us kiss
Or even just profess love
Such a simple
Yet powerful gesture
Love
I could see it in your eyes as you set her hand in mine
And I felt in my heart the entire time before and after that instant
I did love her
I do love her
But I know deep down she loves you just as much as you her
And though I fight it every day
For she is my wife
I know it is true
Memory
I live with this forever
And I find my heart beating
Whenever I recall it
I know you live with similar memories
And though you are my rival
And I hate you with passion
I wish you the best