I went to this musical of The Phantom Of The Opera in London, and couldn't stop thinking about its beauty. So, this poem is inspired by the movie.
You called him a Phantom;
But never endeavored to fathom;
His intentions that could;
Clear up the enigma of the man under the hood
"Oh my," you enounced as you heard;
That soulful sound made you stutter every word.
You ran in pursuit of a voice;
Its beauty left you no choice,
But to follow it through the haze.
So you ran hurriedly, blindly till the end of that maze
Astounded you stood;
It was the man under the hood
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School Of Life
PoetryIn life, there are moments when you lose hope and feel disappointed, and there are superb moments that are truly worth remembering. I share my moments with you, feel free to share some too.
