I wanted the ending to be slightly unclear… yes, it can be interpreted as a jump or as the ending all of you ECers want. My first attempt at a poem, it's completely Leroux based, slightly disturbing, I guess, and fairly long.
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Running
through the darkened halls
The
girl takes her flight
Only in her nightdress
She plunges through the
night
She cannot calm the
whirl of thought
Try as she might
Running through the
halls she knows
From head to toe all
white
A ghost she is, as pale
as snow
Yet scared just like a
child
A madness now her blue
eyes show
A look that is so wild
From hell she flew,
with certainty
The hell spawned by her
dreams
And by now this fragile
child
Knows all's not as it
seems
The memory of what she
saw
Serves to hasten her
stride
She may have fled the
gaping maw
But she knows she can't
hide
The dreams of youth
were all for naught
Her visions all told a
lie
To the world of her
fantasies
Tonight she said
goodbye
An angel that would
never leave
A friend who'd never
die
A companion in her
solitude
Who would help her try
Her father promised him
to send
To teach her voice to
soar
To the heavens where he
now was
And shine for evermore
The dream was true –
her angel came
And gave her voice true
wings
Nothing ever was the
same
Nothing is when she
sings
She begged the angel to
come near
So she could thank for
all
He gave her through
their music
And taught her to stand
tall
And he obeyed, for good
or bad
Her mirror opened wide
At long last she would
finally see
Where the angels reside
But his home was not
high above
Like her father would
say
It was where no man
would walk
No creature'd find
its way
A private hell, a
cellar low
He lived there for so
long
Five stories deep
beneath the ground
Till he heard her sweet
song
No angel he was, but a
ghost
A ghost as much as she
But once he heard her
broken voice
Without her he couldn't
be
He wore a mask that hid
his face
Even as he knelt
And confessed to her
all of the truth
Told her of what he
felt
Her error was her
innocence
Enamored by his grace
Wondering why the angel
hid
She unmasked his face
No ghost he was, but a
man
Yet as a beast he cried
When she saw the horror
of his face
The reason he must hide
Her madness started
when she saw
What she had to abide
His anger mingled with
his love
He claimed she was his
bride
She saw his face, thus
couldn't leave
Now she belonged to him
Whatever hope or dream
she had
Its light turned very
dim
And then he cried just
like a child
Begging her to forgive
To
know whatever she might crave
He
would always give
A week she stayed, she
had no choice
And once the week would
pass
He said she would learn
to return
Perhaps forget what was
He set her free yet
bound her still
By a promise ring
She went above, alone,
afraid
Of what all this may
bring
Her mind lost sense the
more she thought
Of what she saw those
days
The midnight world
beneath the ground
The horror of his face
Haunted by his angel's
voice
By his demon's face
She fled – she now
had no choice
She vanished with no
trace
To the roof she fled at
once
Atop the opera house
She cried her tears for
nothing
She was a demon's
spouse
Her pity bound her to
him so
And something even more
Yet she knew that she
had no choice
Not unlike before
Her angel, he was very
strict
And
now she had been bound
Never
ever could she run
Without
being found
A slave she was to her
own mind
Forever bound to him
There wasn't any
choice to make
It was just as it
seemed
Her sobbing stopped,
her tears still flow
Yet she knows she can't
hide
Her soul descends, she
goes below
To
be forever his bride