A burnt out shell, Opera House,
Broken Mirrors, trap doors,
Once a home, now a ghost filled cave,
Where Angel's voices soar.
Roses and mask are all that's left
Of this old legend now,
Insane genius and broken man,
Took his final bow.
He taught, he loved, he wooed, and lost,
Lunacy is musical,
His very soul all for one girl,
His lovewas classical.
Beloved tale, well known,
From many years now gone,
Lives on in books, movies, and plays,
The Opera Ghost lives on.