The Phantom's Lament
The candlelight glows,
Chasing the dark.
Chasing it to corners,
And leaving its mark.
A man sits
In the soft candelight,
Writing his music
Through the dark of the night.
He sits and weeps,
Tears fall on his work.
He glances at corners
Where he hears rats lurk.
A beautiful woman,
Crosses his mind.
He regrets the day
He left her behind.
Alone in the darkness,
Alone for all time.
Alone with his music,
Just one more rhyme.
He remembers the hangings,
His criminal past.
He did it for a reason,
But the reason didn't last.
He writes more music,
A masterpiece song.
But without her it's nothing,
His muse has now gone.
He left her a rose,
It was all he could give.
If she only had stayed,
Only then could he live.
The rose withered,
Like her it died.
And without her the Phantom
Is dead inside.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007
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