Post by Lady Idril on Sept 9, 2005 1:11:19 GMT -5
Disclaimer: None of the peoples, places, etc. relating to the book or film, The Phantom of the Opera, belong to me. This is just the expression of a girl's fandom.
A/N: This is actually a poem from Erik, the phantom's, point of view. Being based on the Phantom, I couldn't very well place it under Original Poetry, so hopefully I put it in the right place. This is my first poem, so I appologize for any grammatical inaccuracies, as I'm sure you'll find. Enjoy!
[glow=red,2,300]Phantasy[/glow]
Daytime is as darkness
Never changing in my mind.
Always my world is clouded
And somehow I survive.
I’ve succumbed to this life of solitude,
Finding peace within my loneliness
But I long for something more
A strange adventure lurking in the distance
Far beyond my reach, beyond my comprehension.
I miss a something,
A life I’ve never known.
A dream I do not recognize.
And I sit here all alone
With the dark, my one companion
And I wonder if I’ll ever
Live that life I imagine.
The world outside seems large
Overwhelming and unclear
I cannot see my way
I can only see my fear
There’s light somewhere beyond my reach
Though I grasp and grope around.
And I fear I’ll never hold it;
It will forever be my weakness.
I vow to let my soul take flight
And allow my heart to soar,
But I wake to this world of emptiness;
I’m grounded again.
Then the music plays,
That fantasy of sound,
I sing and hum along to its melodies
And it takes me to the place I can’t get to on my own.
The beats, the tones, the sheer brilliance
All play inside my head
Like a waterfall that flows
Never relinquishing or running dry.
Now those last few beats, those last few tones, are thrilling to my ears
And I say a prayer that I may once more hear the instruments,
The voice that sends me soaring,
In one final chorus.
When it plays, I feel a freedom,
Like I could take on this cold world.
And though it only lasts so long,
It stays with me, there in my heart.
It consumes me in the only pleasing way
Until I’ve no longer got the strength to hate
That strength to loathe the day, it fades.
My fears are evanescent, if only for this short time.
And I play it again in my mind.
My loneliness is overwhelmed
By the music of the night.
A/N: This is actually a poem from Erik, the phantom's, point of view. Being based on the Phantom, I couldn't very well place it under Original Poetry, so hopefully I put it in the right place. This is my first poem, so I appologize for any grammatical inaccuracies, as I'm sure you'll find. Enjoy!
[glow=red,2,300]Phantasy[/glow]
Daytime is as darkness
Never changing in my mind.
Always my world is clouded
And somehow I survive.
I’ve succumbed to this life of solitude,
Finding peace within my loneliness
But I long for something more
A strange adventure lurking in the distance
Far beyond my reach, beyond my comprehension.
I miss a something,
A life I’ve never known.
A dream I do not recognize.
And I sit here all alone
With the dark, my one companion
And I wonder if I’ll ever
Live that life I imagine.
The world outside seems large
Overwhelming and unclear
I cannot see my way
I can only see my fear
There’s light somewhere beyond my reach
Though I grasp and grope around.
And I fear I’ll never hold it;
It will forever be my weakness.
I vow to let my soul take flight
And allow my heart to soar,
But I wake to this world of emptiness;
I’m grounded again.
Then the music plays,
That fantasy of sound,
I sing and hum along to its melodies
And it takes me to the place I can’t get to on my own.
The beats, the tones, the sheer brilliance
All play inside my head
Like a waterfall that flows
Never relinquishing or running dry.
Now those last few beats, those last few tones, are thrilling to my ears
And I say a prayer that I may once more hear the instruments,
The voice that sends me soaring,
In one final chorus.
When it plays, I feel a freedom,
Like I could take on this cold world.
And though it only lasts so long,
It stays with me, there in my heart.
It consumes me in the only pleasing way
Until I’ve no longer got the strength to hate
That strength to loathe the day, it fades.
My fears are evanescent, if only for this short time.
And I play it again in my mind.
My loneliness is overwhelmed
By the music of the night.