A/N: I'm making Erik's eyes blue because that's what color they were in the
musical version. I'll have to remember for my next Phantom Fiction that his
eyes are yellow. Thanks to ErikaNapoleonica for giving me the information
on Erik's eyes! Don't own Phantom of the Opera, but I do own poem. Oh I
still don't have a battery cord, but I'm writing on a friend's laptop when
their not using it. I'll try to write as much as possible, but all my files
of what I had already written are on my computer, so in a sense I am kind
of stalling until I can get back my files with the continuing chapters.
Sorry!! R&R!
Do you dare dream of what lies beneath? For what is there not even your imagination can erase The horrors of a face for which a mother's love did not comfort Pity is not enough Neither can hate wash away the remains Only love...
"You seem to like spoiling the darkness of my home with your light and peaceful presence," Erik murmured at the woman standing before him. Her long brown hair lay smooth down past her waist. Her face was pale from the lack of sunlight. Her eyes shone brightly, filling his heart with tenderness.
"I would never tread upon my angel's doorstep unless he asked me," She said simply.
"I know," He said turning from her, and looked down into the waters of the lake. "And now that I have brought you here again, what say you?"
"How cruel it is for you to live in the dismal darkness," She gently touched his shoulder.
"No, how cruel of you to live in the bright light while I rot in the black night," He said slowly. The bantering was playful, and she knew he meant no harm to her.
"Have you always had the love for the darkness?" She asked. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"A man would always love darkness if he had a face like mine," He whispered. He closed his eyes as he felt her hand reach up and find his mask. She did not remove it, but tenderly laid her hand against the white silk material that made up his mask. He gently lifted her hand away, and looked into her eyes.
"Please," He shook his head.
"Forgive me," Christine whispered seeing his tormented face. He turned from her. And after a moment he finally spoke.
"What do you see Christine?"
"Water," She said hiding a smile. She enjoyed tormenting the genius with child-like answers.
"Other than that," He said sweeping her a glare. She merely smiled at him.
"Dark depths of your lake,"
"Darkness," He nodded. He grabbed a nearby candle and bent down near the water. He placed the candle close to the water so that its light would shine into the depths. "And now what?"
"The candle's light does not penetrate the darkness, I cannot see the bottom of the lake," She said. She bent down beside him to take a closer look. A strand of hair brushed against his black cape.
"But yet if you fell in would you be afraid of what you could not see?"
"No, because I know it just water," Christine looked at him curiously. He was teaching her a lesson of some kind. But what was it?
"You would not be foolish enough to swim in waters as cold as these," He stated. She nodded in agreement still wondering what he was trying to tell her. "Just as you are not afraid of the black waters does not mean you wish to swim in them. I know you are curious about my face, but does not mean you should go looking for the answers," He said tenderly, but it was a silent warning. That was what he had been trying to tell her. He did not want her wounding him as many others before her. His mother probably instilled this fear in him. She smiled softly.
"I have made that mistake once, my Angel. Do you trust me to obey you once more?"
"Trust is foolish to give, but yes, I will trust you once more," He looked at her. She looked up into his eyes. They were silent blue whirlpools that had a habit of mesmerizing her.
"I understand my Angel," Her words echoed in Erik's mind. Erik felt himself drifting out of his dreams and into reality. He opened his eyes. It had been only a dream. She had seemed so real, her touch had been so warm. A strange feeling washed over him, it wasn't loss, it wasn't even remorse. It was peace. He sat up. Candles burned dimly in the blackness. He slowly walked over to his organ not wishing to play, but just to see something familiar. He left his hand drift over the ivory keys. Tenderly he felt the soft wood beneath his fingers.
"It has just been you and I my friend for many years," He whispered. "But no longer..."
Do you dare dream of what lies beneath? For what is there not even your imagination can erase The horrors of a face for which a mother's love did not comfort Pity is not enough Neither can hate wash away the remains Only love...
"You seem to like spoiling the darkness of my home with your light and peaceful presence," Erik murmured at the woman standing before him. Her long brown hair lay smooth down past her waist. Her face was pale from the lack of sunlight. Her eyes shone brightly, filling his heart with tenderness.
"I would never tread upon my angel's doorstep unless he asked me," She said simply.
"I know," He said turning from her, and looked down into the waters of the lake. "And now that I have brought you here again, what say you?"
"How cruel it is for you to live in the dismal darkness," She gently touched his shoulder.
"No, how cruel of you to live in the bright light while I rot in the black night," He said slowly. The bantering was playful, and she knew he meant no harm to her.
"Have you always had the love for the darkness?" She asked. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"A man would always love darkness if he had a face like mine," He whispered. He closed his eyes as he felt her hand reach up and find his mask. She did not remove it, but tenderly laid her hand against the white silk material that made up his mask. He gently lifted her hand away, and looked into her eyes.
"Please," He shook his head.
"Forgive me," Christine whispered seeing his tormented face. He turned from her. And after a moment he finally spoke.
"What do you see Christine?"
"Water," She said hiding a smile. She enjoyed tormenting the genius with child-like answers.
"Other than that," He said sweeping her a glare. She merely smiled at him.
"Dark depths of your lake,"
"Darkness," He nodded. He grabbed a nearby candle and bent down near the water. He placed the candle close to the water so that its light would shine into the depths. "And now what?"
"The candle's light does not penetrate the darkness, I cannot see the bottom of the lake," She said. She bent down beside him to take a closer look. A strand of hair brushed against his black cape.
"But yet if you fell in would you be afraid of what you could not see?"
"No, because I know it just water," Christine looked at him curiously. He was teaching her a lesson of some kind. But what was it?
"You would not be foolish enough to swim in waters as cold as these," He stated. She nodded in agreement still wondering what he was trying to tell her. "Just as you are not afraid of the black waters does not mean you wish to swim in them. I know you are curious about my face, but does not mean you should go looking for the answers," He said tenderly, but it was a silent warning. That was what he had been trying to tell her. He did not want her wounding him as many others before her. His mother probably instilled this fear in him. She smiled softly.
"I have made that mistake once, my Angel. Do you trust me to obey you once more?"
"Trust is foolish to give, but yes, I will trust you once more," He looked at her. She looked up into his eyes. They were silent blue whirlpools that had a habit of mesmerizing her.
"I understand my Angel," Her words echoed in Erik's mind. Erik felt himself drifting out of his dreams and into reality. He opened his eyes. It had been only a dream. She had seemed so real, her touch had been so warm. A strange feeling washed over him, it wasn't loss, it wasn't even remorse. It was peace. He sat up. Candles burned dimly in the blackness. He slowly walked over to his organ not wishing to play, but just to see something familiar. He left his hand drift over the ivory keys. Tenderly he felt the soft wood beneath his fingers.
"It has just been you and I my friend for many years," He whispered. "But no longer..."