Light

Flashing through the mirrors

Voices

Carry down the stairs

Deep, black despair

Descending into darkness

Cold, unfeeling

Turned away from thoughts of light

Music floating, soft, foreboding

from across the lake, it seems…

There’s no Phantom here today—

he left, many, many years ago…

Still, beware the waters—

Lights dance in the depths

But do not dare to cross alone

For the night hides what it does not wish for you to see…

Or shows you things that are not there

 

The shore

Materializing from the darkness

An illusion

No more solid than a dream

The lights, they lead you to the edge

Where the grand room fills with new light—

New light—

Light

The crimson candles in the golden chandelier flicker

Once again awoken

Your presence causes stirring in the shadows…

Ascend the steps away from the dock and shore

You made it… alone…

The bloodred wax from the candles pools in the floor

Stirred by the footsteps of the Phantom

He has returned—there is no Christine to persuade him to see reason

A cabinet of masks

Illusions in gold and midnight blue

And at the organ, the spectral organ

The Phantom of the Opera begins to play

Photo Credit: MorgueFile

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