Disclaimer: If only I owned Phantom. This tragic poem would need not been written, for his life would be dramatically brighter. As this poem exits…
A/N: This poem describes the attempted rape of Erik by Javert, and our hero's (more accurately antihero's) self-expressed loss of innocence. This particular night, Erik murders for the first time, although, as he puts it, it certainly was not his last.
Don Juan's Revenge
I would have fled in terror
had he not come for me,
the night my angel's wings
were ripped from my back,
driven snow stained scarlet.
He wished for me
to truly earn my
misbegotten title
but I refused;
I had always loathed
the name Don Juan.
so on that night
as the stars
turned their faces
away in horror
I drew a flame-tinged breath
and bit into the sacred apple,
then watched as my hand
drove a seraph's blade
into He of the Filth
and Slime and Grime.
The most natural wine
or perhaps fluid fire
rushed upon me
as I stood in the
blazing river
and observed as his body wept
crimson tears.
I was finally free from
my cage
Only to be trapped by one of blood
of my own creation
