Pieces of a Phantom soul…..
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The following are scraps of poetry I composed either especially in conjunction with the film/musical/novel "The Phantom of the Opera", or are works I found to be thematically linked to the Phantom following their completion. They have been integrated with moments of reflection in the form of the characters Erik and Christine.
Chapter 1: A welcome homecoming (Christine)
Little Lotte felt a sudden surge of hope… perhaps the years of loneliness would end this night – perhaps her angel would come at last, and she would be one with the heavens; together again with dear Papa…
"Innocence is both fleeting and everlasting
It is at once yearned for and scorned
It is a noble heart and a "feeble" mind
Its' nature is a paradox – its' attitude thought simple
It is everything that defines me, yet it is not who I am…."
A voice – indeed, so pure it seemed to speak of hope itself… the sweet subtlety of an age-old lullaby, laced with emotions both foreign and familiar, comforting and enticing. It was music made to lull one to some better place, some fantastical place.
"Sing again
lay me softly to sleep
I'll roam mountains wide and valleys deep
Weave your magic for I shan't peep
Sing again
Lay me softly to sleep"
As sleep surely came upon her – doe-like eyes half closed in blissful rapture, a radiant smile across her porcelain face – Christine sensed a silent tremor in the angel's instrument, a moment of hesitation that almost broke the mist of magic surrounding her hazy mind…. Too tired and too content to think upon its implications, the innocent succumbed to slumber
