A/N: Okay, this is a poem from Erik's POV.... I wrote this a while back and
thought it was appropriate for him

I smell a rose.
It smells invigorating,
My mind begins to sing,
My heart begins to sigh,
As a tear forms in my eye.
I question why such a beautiful flower,
Can have thorns that are so sour.
Thorns that are twisted, sharp, and painful.
At your flesh do they harshly pull.
Half sour, half sweet.
When beauty and tragedy meet.
They say what's in a rose?
I say in it, tragedy, love, and beauty compose...