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.