Wednesday, December 29, 2004
The Phantom Of The Opera
CHRISTINE
In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came . . .
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . .
And do I dream again?
For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there
- inside my mind . . .
PHANTOM
Sing once again with me our strange duet . . .
My power over you grows stronger yet . . .
And though you turn from me,
to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there
- inside your mind . . .
CHRISTINE
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear . . .
I am the mask you wear . . .
PHANTOM
It's me they hear . . .
BOTH
Your/my spirit and your/my voice,
in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera is there
inside your/my mind . . .
OFFSTAGE VOICES
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . .
PHANTOM
In all your fantasies,
you always knew that man and mystery . . .
CHRISTINE
. . . were both in you . . .
BOTH
And in this labyrinth,
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here
inside your/my mind . . .
Sing, my Angel of Music!
CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera .
blaque stepped into the dark at 5:50 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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