Well, another poem inspired by Phantom of the Opera – what can I say, I'm obsessed! This time it's about how Christine felt when her father died:
Comfort
I stand alone in darkness
Living flame before me
My father's whispered promises
Caresses
Ringing in my ears
Little Lotte no longer
I have seen death
Life snuffed out
Like this candle
In the night
My heart
Cold, shrivelling
Needing
Light and warmth
Angel
Sing to me
Your music knows no bounds
Wind around my tortured mind
Softening, cushioning
My pain
Very fun to write. PLEASE review! And thanks to those who reviewed Haunted.
