Disclaimer : I do not own anything that pertains to the masterpiece "The Phantom of the Opera"
Author: Ok.
Here is a poem I wrote about "The Phantom of the Opera". You
should be able to see how it relates to the opera. I just want to
say that I loved that movie and opera, and eventhough I'm not exactly a
poet by any means, I felt compelled to write of the obsessive love that
was never meant to be...
Blood Red Rose
6-4-05
A blood red rose upon the white ground,
a stain upon purity.
The only sound is of the whispering snow,
a quiet melancholy sound.
A blood red rose upon the white forgotten,
fallen from a lovers fingers.
The falling of a shattered love,
the one never should have gotten.
A blood red rose upon the white blankness,
shatters a world of one.
The single form of passion,
only newly bloomed and just begun.
A blood red rose upon the white forbidden,
it's stem no longer held.
The scattered petals, remains of a battered heart,
which held something that must be hidden.
A blood red rose upon the white end,
it's color beginning to fade.
The draining color bleeding out and forth,
it's tortured pain to send.
A black and withered rose upon the white beyond,
a shadow, a memory, of a dangerous longing.
The bent and dried petals, brittle and coarse,
is the remains of a passionate remorse, an ever-lasting bond.
Author: I hope you liked it. I wonder, what do you think the rose is a symbol of? It's rather obvious to me of course, but I want to know what you think.
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