The phantom had no mask. He kept a black hood covering his face. He wanted to strike fear into the hearts of the the people at the opera house. He was a very mysterious and haunting man.
"In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name
And do
I dream again?
For now
I find
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
inside my mind
Sing once
again with me
our strange
duet
My power
over you
grows stronger
yet
And though
you turn from me,
to glance
behind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there -
inside your mind . . .
Those who
have seen you
draw back
in fear
Your/my spirit
and your/my voice,
in one
combined
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
inside your/my mind
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera
Beware
the Phantom of the Opera
In all
your fantasies,
you always
knew
that man
and mystery
were both
in you
And in
this labyrinth,
where night
is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/here
inside your/my mind"
He brought Christine down to his lair beneath the opera house. There was a organ with music on it.
"I have brought you
to the seat of sweet
music's throne
to this kingdom
where all must pay
homage to music
music
You have come here,
for one purpose,
and one alone . . .
Since the moment
I first heard you sing,
I have needed
you with me,
to serve me, to sing,
for my music . . .
my music . . ."
"Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
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!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
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 world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night"
During all this, the Phantom has conditioned Christine to the coldness of his touch moves her fingers to his cloak over his face. The Phantom leads her to a large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in which we see the image of Christine, a perfect wax-face impression, wearing a wedding gown.
Christine moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts
its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The Phantom catches her and carries her to the bed, where
he lays her down.
"You alone can make my song take flight
help me make the music of the night"
YOU ARE READING
My Savior (Complete)
FanfictionAfter Christine's father dies she is abused by a horrible step mother, but when a man who's kindness saves her will her life change?
