Post by seunan on Mar 27, 2005 14:25:55 GMT -5
Again none of the characters belong to me. Also can I ask that you note by nature I am no poet, writing stories is more my type, but that's how much the music of the Phantom of the Opera has inspired me.
The Phantom
Darkness surrounding me,
Lonliness enveloping me,
Filled with jealousy,
Filled with Hatred,
Filled with the desire to be loved.
Hated, despised, chased out
Haunted by my past.
Haunted by my face,
Haunted by a mask.
Why are people so unfair?
Betrayed, rejected, Denied
Hated, hopes dashed.
hurting, falling, dieing,
Killing.
Leaving, never again to be seen.
By N.L.Jones
Christine
Confused and afraid
Torn between two
The mysterious man always there for me
The one I knew from my childhood.
Which one to choose?
One cold and friendless,
Forced to remain in the shadows,
Unpredictable and violent,
But so sad and alone.
The other, kind, warm hearted,
No reasons to refuse him.
Yet this one has friends,
The other has none,
He is not alone.
Which to choose, predictability
And Stability with one I have known;
Since I was a young girl,
Or the need to reassure the one I love,
My angel, my guardian
Which to choose?
Help me, for I am so confused.
N.L.Jones
Raoul
Finally once more I found her
Perhaps now at last she can be mine
She is now such a great singer
And not at all the gawkish girl she used to be
She has changed a lot,
That I must admit
More mysterious,
Will she still remember me?
There is something she hides,
For her safety or mine?
I swear now if anyone gets in our way
I will force them down.
Who is to stand in the way of happiness,
A simple Opera Ghost?
Surely I can defeat him,
The one I hate the most.
He may threaten to kill me,
I shall not stand by
And let him take my sweetheart
Away from My side.
If need be I shall follow him,
I will gain my revenge.
Never will he know happiness,
Meant for me and Christine.
She will not be foolish and choose him,
I know her too well,
She'll pity him but nothing more,
For who could love him,
Who could love a ghost?
Realisastion dawning,
But still to no avail,
I will keep Christine by me,
I never will fail.
Almost killed, yet I survived,
The lair of that foul freak,
Christine is with me,
Now we shall leave,
Never more to be haunted,
By the living ghost
By N.L Jones
Madame Giry
There I saw him,
With no friends,
No one to speak to,
The crowd looking in.
There I felt pity,
For this strange lone child,
There I freed him,
From his Hell.
To him I gave the opera house,
To him I gave my care,
Deep down I knew it never would be enough
He would need someone there.
Someone to give him confidence,
Someone to show him love,
Someone to show compassion,
Someone perhaps from up above.
When Christine came I longed,
Longed for the strange child to have a friend
He became Christines Angel
The one she relied on.
It seemed my hopes would come true,
Then Raoul came,
I knew then his last need would never be fulfilled
For Raoul would ruin it all.
I saved Raouls life many a time,
In the hope he'd see the truth,
Yet even at the end he was blind,
He forced me with his words to show him
The lone childs lair.
I do not know the events that happened below
I told Meg to stay safely,
Yet she disobeyed me,
I do not know if Erik was safe or not,
All I can do is hope,
Pray that the lone child escaped from his lair.
N.L.Jones
The Phantom
Darkness surrounding me,
Lonliness enveloping me,
Filled with jealousy,
Filled with Hatred,
Filled with the desire to be loved.
Hated, despised, chased out
Haunted by my past.
Haunted by my face,
Haunted by a mask.
Why are people so unfair?
Betrayed, rejected, Denied
Hated, hopes dashed.
hurting, falling, dieing,
Killing.
Leaving, never again to be seen.
By N.L.Jones
Christine
Confused and afraid
Torn between two
The mysterious man always there for me
The one I knew from my childhood.
Which one to choose?
One cold and friendless,
Forced to remain in the shadows,
Unpredictable and violent,
But so sad and alone.
The other, kind, warm hearted,
No reasons to refuse him.
Yet this one has friends,
The other has none,
He is not alone.
Which to choose, predictability
And Stability with one I have known;
Since I was a young girl,
Or the need to reassure the one I love,
My angel, my guardian
Which to choose?
Help me, for I am so confused.
N.L.Jones
Raoul
Finally once more I found her
Perhaps now at last she can be mine
She is now such a great singer
And not at all the gawkish girl she used to be
She has changed a lot,
That I must admit
More mysterious,
Will she still remember me?
There is something she hides,
For her safety or mine?
I swear now if anyone gets in our way
I will force them down.
Who is to stand in the way of happiness,
A simple Opera Ghost?
Surely I can defeat him,
The one I hate the most.
He may threaten to kill me,
I shall not stand by
And let him take my sweetheart
Away from My side.
If need be I shall follow him,
I will gain my revenge.
Never will he know happiness,
Meant for me and Christine.
She will not be foolish and choose him,
I know her too well,
She'll pity him but nothing more,
For who could love him,
Who could love a ghost?
Realisastion dawning,
But still to no avail,
I will keep Christine by me,
I never will fail.
Almost killed, yet I survived,
The lair of that foul freak,
Christine is with me,
Now we shall leave,
Never more to be haunted,
By the living ghost
By N.L Jones
Madame Giry
There I saw him,
With no friends,
No one to speak to,
The crowd looking in.
There I felt pity,
For this strange lone child,
There I freed him,
From his Hell.
To him I gave the opera house,
To him I gave my care,
Deep down I knew it never would be enough
He would need someone there.
Someone to give him confidence,
Someone to show him love,
Someone to show compassion,
Someone perhaps from up above.
When Christine came I longed,
Longed for the strange child to have a friend
He became Christines Angel
The one she relied on.
It seemed my hopes would come true,
Then Raoul came,
I knew then his last need would never be fulfilled
For Raoul would ruin it all.
I saved Raouls life many a time,
In the hope he'd see the truth,
Yet even at the end he was blind,
He forced me with his words to show him
The lone childs lair.
I do not know the events that happened below
I told Meg to stay safely,
Yet she disobeyed me,
I do not know if Erik was safe or not,
All I can do is hope,
Pray that the lone child escaped from his lair.
N.L.Jones