Nighttime sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses
I watch as he walks over to me with his hand towards me like before in the mirror. Slowly I stand to not fall and place my hand in his. My eyes never leave him and his hand wraps around mine and he pulls me further away from the water, and further into his home.
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender
I briefly look away to the light shining into the entrance when his hand places itself under my chin and gently turns my head towards him.
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away cold
Unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
We pass a mini stage, and there is a figurine that looks like me in the white dress I wore.
'So he was watching. I hope he's proud.'
Leaving my hand he runs up the stairs
Close your eyes and
Surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life
You knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start
To soar
I close my eyes as he says, and his voice sends chills up and down my spine.
And you'll live
As you've never lived, before
Opening my eyes once more, he motions me to come to him. Grabbing my hand once more, he guides me up the stairs and leads me through the maze of candles.
Softly, deftly music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Walking behind me he goes behind a row of candles, but still keeps his gaze on me, which I hypnotically return.
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know
You cannot fight
The darkness of
The Music of the Night
Let your mind start a journey
Through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life
You knew before
Let your soul take you where
You long to be
Standing back in front of me, he softly places both hands on my face
Only then, can you belong
To me
My breath hitches as he says that. His hands trail down my arm to my waist as he spins me around, placing my back on his chest, and holding me by my waist. He grabs my hand and places it on his unmasked cheek.
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The Phantom of the Opera
FanfictionAfter their father died, Christine Daae (7) and her younger sister Evangeline Daae (5) went with their father's friend; Madame Giry to live in the ballet dormitories at the Opera Populaire. All grown up, Christine (22) and Evangeline (20) are now b...