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An Ode to The Phantom

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Dominion-of-Cain

Published: Mar 13, 2013

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There is a boat on a lake,
Burning candles on a cold black mirror.
And this journey I will take,
To find the man that I’ve been looking for.

I’ll find him I swear,
Chase him into the blackest night,
I’ll find his lonely lair.
And dry the tears from behind his mask.

What will lurk behind?
Some haunted face or tender spirit.
I shall say words truly kind,
And try to put his broken soul together.

Across the keys his fingers dance,
Enchanting beauty and bewitching senses.
I am lost within a trance,
And I know I’ll be forever his.

Away from judgement and from light,
We will spend the years together.
And I’ll live in this blackest night,
And stay with him forever more.

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angelenroute

Mar 16, 2013

Very cool. First time I've ever read a poem about this. Loved the musical on Broadway (really need to go again soon) and I thought the movie was awesome too, especially because we saw more of the back story.

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