Summary—A poem, portraying the Phantom and his tragic and distraught emotions towards his protégé and hopeful companion/lover, the young Christine Daae. Takes place after the End of Lloyd Andrew Webber's musical version. A little sad and suggestive.
Warning—T rating. If you are not labeled 'mature,' do not read.
Disclaimer—Surprisingly—I do not own Phantom of the Opera. Duh! So please do not sue me. I have nothing of true value. Bite it!
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Regards, your obedient servant,
Lived and Loved Alone.
I, your fallen idol and false friend
The tragedy of our parting I did not intend
Your tender young voice long ago I began to mold
Only to end up loving the girl—my soul captured in the fold
As guide and guardian, I tutored you to sing from the soul
My heart, so taken, so captured became the price, the toll
Then HE entered in and seemed to whisk you away
To whisper, tightly graze, hove closely day by day
So Little Lotte, you claimed he was simply a childhood sweetheart
But your kiss and oath to him betrayed our trust, setting you apart.
My hurt then my anger I could not set aside
To not be in possession of your love—I would not abide
Once more to reach out and have our fingers meet
In my passion and obsession, I denied any possibility of defeat
To envision us together with out limbs lovingly entwined
Gave me purpose and direction that I deem was divine
But alas, when we reached the point of no return
My determination suddenly no longer seemed affirmed
The darkness whispered the hidden meaning of our kiss' atone
That yes, life can be lived and loved, alone.