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