A/N: Like I've said before. I am not a poet, so this is probably not very good.
Faster, faster
She dances
Twirling, leaping, she prances.
She knows he's hiding in box five
But why?
Her blonde hair shining in the night
Her eyes blue as the sky
Her heart taking flight
But why?
Why is he making her heart skip a beat?
Why won't he go?
And just let her be?
Doesn't he know?
How he is torturing her so
Her heart is beating
With unwanted feelings
He is the predator
She is the prey
Why is he making her feel this way?
She looks up at box five
Like once before
He makes her feel so alive
But he's there no more
So she returns to her dance
Wishing to see him
Or get one last glance
Faster, faster
She dances
Twirling, leaping, she prances,
One more leap, one more prance
Her dance is ending
Like an tragic romance
She turns around to see him there
His mask shining in the moonlight
This is more than she can bear
He kisses her hand
Her cheeks go red
Oh this is more than she can stand
He kisses her lips ever so lightly
Her chest is squeezing even more tightly
She is a dancer
He an angel
He takes her to a world of guilty pleasures
This is more than Christine could ever measure
She wakes up to find
She is in her own bed
But why is his mask left behind
Did she imagine?
Or did this really happen?
If it did really happen
Then why?
Why didn't she get to say goodbye?