Poetry

Nightcat makes no claims to being a poet, but since enough people have expressed interest, here they are, for what it is worth.

This one I wrote with the younger Erik in mind. I envisioned him just leaving home and experiencing for the first time the world’s hatred towards him. I see him becoming bitter and hateful as he looses sight of the fact that others suffer too. I don’t blame him, as the speaker in the poem holds the same worldview, yet can’t see it in herself.

SYMPATHY AND SORROW

Tattered and unhappy dreams
Come spilling down to die.
All that was is ended,
But no one seems to care why.

You realize to your sickness,
You never had a friend.
Only the crowds that threw coins
And left at the showing’s end.

I wish I could feel pity,
Say words to set you free.
But the thing you didn’t see
Was it happening to me.

I think every Phantom fan has dreams about Erik. On this one I tried to encapsulate the easy gliding rhythms of those sweet times with Erik. While the beat is different from most Phantoms’ taste in music, it matches the rat-a-tat-tat of most fans’ hearts nicely.

PHANTOM DREAMS

Every night I walk in dreams
Of unending mystery
Across the stage, into the boat,
Into the old drawing room.

I have no words from soundless lips
To express what I am feeling
Only meaning from my dreams
Deep within a still soundless soul.

My dear host comes now to me
Smiling sincere to greet me
An ironic warmth flooding forth
Now mine all alone to find.

Here’s a dark gem for Halloween. This one is also for true Leroux fans. See if you can spot the references to the novel.

Shadowfest

So you want to see Erik
Put on his true head?
Then come follow me
To the land of the dead.

There are vampires and werewolves
And others to dread.
But come follow me
Through the land of the dead.

Do not thrash your arms
Or scream like a wench.
As the legions of damned
We hurriedly pass.

His eternal abode is
Darkened with bight.
We should not be here
On Halloween night.

Still you’ve insisted
That we come this way.
So I’ll bury you down
By the abandoned old quay.

There a death’s head you’ll see
And a death’s head you’ll be.
When you enter the land
Of the dead without me.

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