The water drips from the ceiling as the Phantom walks out of the shadows…
Drip… Drip… Water hits the cold, black stone,
The walls, a cold hard monotone,
Light glistens of the water on the cobblestone,
A the organ plays a note in baritone,
The phantom, almost monochrome,
Descending the steps of his staircase in slow motion,
Then, playing the organ with devotion,
Causing much emotion,
Noises in the opera house above, making a commotion,
The Phantom fading away into the shadows between the stair and wall,
Towards the surface, a legacy set in motion,
The legacy of emotions,
Chandeliers falling,
Carlotta bawling,
The opera house rotting,
The Phantom’s lair still intact in the commotion of the Night…
“Towards the surface, a legacy set in motion,
The legacy of emotions”
I like the repetition- the clarification.
What clever wordplay here! Very enjoyable to follow the rhyme and rhythm. I like your reference to the Opera Ghost’s notes and the trouble they cause for the managers and cast.
The opera house rotting is a nice touch for the end of the poem, the end of it all…
Great job! I have never seen this assignment done in a poem and I really liked how you formatted yours. I think the rhyming really added to the poem and I could feel the intensity and mood of the poem. I also really liked the way you ended the post. It left me hanging and wanting more, which is a good thing. I felt like I was in the lair with you when I read the vivid imagery. I also liked how you added events from the story to your poem like mentioning the chandelier. Great post!!