AN) Sorry for the weird formating.
Disclaimer: Regretably, I do not own POTO
The daylight, welcomed not the Phantom,
He who crept towards that living heart so faithfully,
He, whom could not control his love,
Denied and thrust aside he burned in Her cold wake,
Her, the girl who cut through his very soul,
and felt not enough to mend it,
Woe for Erik! Has he not felt the gentle palm of another?
Who will not weep for the Phantom, and ignore his heartfelt plea?
The cold dangers of the world have followed him,
And he has paid the price of opening his heart.
Staggering through the dark he falls,
Blinded by his own anguish he falters,
Collapsing to the ground, who is there to hold him up?