Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or any of its characters.
The soft swish of a cloak,
An abandoned white mask.
The faint lingering of a sweet lullaby.
The phantom is no more
I wish for him to return,
For his music of the night to continue.
I was the one who released the bird
And is now wishing for its return.
How could I have done this to him,
My teacher, my phantom, my angel?
His pain still echoes in this empty lair.
The regrets are too much to bear.