Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera…

Erik,

This poor soul lost to endless dark,

only because humanity has condemned him to it.

Alone, sad, and empty…

Solitude its self has swept him over with madness.

His heart as delicate as paper,

Easily torn but never fully repaired,

Only finds shelter in music.

Obsessed, yet torn apart by true love,

Can this heart, which has broken so many times stand to be shattered again?

Beautiful creature of darkness,

Voice of an angel that lures all.

Confined to the cellars, haunting our minds…

Now we can only ask ourselves one thing,

Can mankind ever forgive its self for its cruelty that has forever shunned this angel from the world?