Harmony

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Author's Notes: Alrighty, as it was said in the summary, this is not end-line rhyme, but it is still a poem. ~_~ Currently in my English class, we are doing a poetry project, and I did this one based on Erik. For some reason, I liked it, and thought that certain parts were good. :: shrug:: I don't know. So, here it is. ^_^

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His music is unknown to the world,
He has no name.
Every man, woman, and child would tremble at his presence.
The Phantom is his nickname, and haunting is his game,
But his name is Erik, or so they say.
If either one is mentioned, she cries out in horror,
Running to her prissy suitor gropes for her.

Murdering by day,
Composing by night,
Erik hides in the catacombs,
And in his Hell he succumbs to his music,
Enlightening to the fact that he will son have her for his own.

On the day after, he takes his cloak and hat.
He has lost her forever, and has therefore lost his music.
Alas, there is no will to live, no purpose to stay.
Relaxing in his carriage,
He rides into the night, and waits for Morning.

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