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.