The true angel of musicThe true angel of music by Bakeneko14
After walking around by choice
I heard a beautiful voice
Where have I heard this lyric?
Is this the angel of music?
The voice said, yes he is
But, who is this?
Soon, he came to me
Still, who could he be?
So strange and mysterious
His mind seemed so delirious
The white mask he wears
He needs it, so no one fears
For him there was no place
To sing and show his face
This is all what it seems
The voice of my dreams
Taking me was not grand
But I felt happy when he held my hand
In his eyes I saw desire
His spirit was on fire
A voice within me said run and go
But why was my heart beating so?
He set me free after all this mess
But will be able to find happiness?
Although I am glad he set me free
I still wonder where he could be
Something missing I will never find
The phantom is always on my mind.
UntitledDarkness. It was always dark here, in her mind. The stories she wrote and the creatures she built were the only things there to keep her company as the long and lonely days turned into night.Untitled by LindyRose2
When she escaped to the real world, everyone avoided her, claiming she saw ghosts and goblins. They were afraid to see what she wanted them to see. Her only friends were the ones she created inside her soul, which was slowly breaking.
Time changed, seasons passed, and several years after a peaceful slumber that everyone finally turned their attention to one empty seat. No one knew, no one paid attention, until she walked in again.
She changed. Her soul was fully complete and made whole again by another. She never spoke of him, only smiled slightly and shook her head, laughing to herself. Everyone watched when she practically floated through the hallways, humming a tune they never heard before.
Had music been her cure? Or really a phantom came to her rescue?
It was always dark in her mind, but as s
The Phantom of the Opera-Sculpted AngelsThe hard snow crunched under my boots as I made my way through the Perros’ Graveyard. The last memories of him were here, now he rested in his coffin forever more inside the family mausoleum.The Phantom of the Opera-Sculpted Angels by LindyRose2
We didn’t have a lot when I was a small child before his demise. My papa was a good man and a hard worker. He always told stories and played on the violin to keep me company. He taught me the magic of music.
Then the fever. The same kind that took mama from us.
I remember still standing by his bedside begging him not to go. Not to leave me alone in this world filled with horror.
“Christine...” he spoke so softly I could barely hear him, “Do you know the angel?”
“The Angel of Music? The one you always told me about?”
“Yes, my sweet child. I will send him to you when I come home. Keep faith in your angel...”
He was gone.
And he broke his promise.
I wanted nothing more than to believe that the voice from my mirror was indeed the angel of mus
Phantom of the Opera - When I First saw YouFootsteps thundered down a dark hall as creatures of the darkness scampered away as a shadow passed.Phantom of the Opera - When I First saw You by LindyRose2
He had been spotted. This was his place, his opera house. Damn to any fool who wanted a shot at keeping it for themselves. He had designed this place and built it according to his needs. He was the opera ghost, and damn it to anyone who crossed his path.
Erik had killed at least fifty people in his life, all to protect himself from the horror on their faces when they saw him, the real him.
He knew he was no prince charming, he didn’t even have a family to call his own. His mother, Madeline, casted him out the very day he was born. The poor priest that had baptized him used his own name to give to a monster child. The only thing he had that was family was the dog, Sasha. She never judged and she taught him in her own way.
And she protected him with her life.
Erik came upon the hidden lake where his boat was waiting for him when a cry pierced the air. A child’s cry.
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