I wrote this when I couldn't think of what I should write about, and since The Phantom Of The Opera is the air that I breathe, I figured it was a good thing to write about. And it turned out MUCH better than I expected. So please, enjoy! And to those of you who are as much of a phanatic as I am, please know that I'm considering writing a story phanfic in the future.
I love criticism, so reviews would be great! Thanks!
The Phantom's Rose
A rose
A single blood red rose
Lying cold and lonely
Cold like the dark depths
Of his home
On the pure white of the snow
A ribbon
A dark, black ribbon
Like the icy black flames
Of his bitter Hell
Consuming his soul
The rose and the ribbon
In a perfect embrace
Like the one he dreams of
But cannot have
The cold winter of sadness melts
To the boiling heat of anger
The agonizing pain of jealousy
As each flaming petal
Falls and ignites the snow
One
by
one.
