Phantom

The Phantom of the Opera was musing late one night
What would really happen if he stepped into the light
Would he be accepted, welcomed with open arms
Would Christine still be there, her beauty, voice and charms
Would the owners of the opera house have kept box five for him
Would the chandelier still shine when the theatre lights grew dim
Would the musical director beg him for a masterpiece
Would he give them gladly, no price, no fee, no lease
Would he rightfully take his place as the toast of Gay Paris
Would he finally take his mask off, so everyone could see...

No! he said, with rage. I am a creature of the dark
And it's here inside this opera house that I will leave my mark
I used to have such passion, now of feelings I'm bereft
I can't feel any love or pity since my Christine left
The owners of this theatre think they hold me in their sway
But they've given up my box, and for that they'll have to pay
The chandelier's been done before, I'll think of something new
They will not know what's hit them, I'll tear their souls in two
Lastly there's my music, and I know it won't be long
Before the theatre is refurbished, and you'll hear my haunting song

So he sits alone in darkness, waiting for the time
The opera house re-opens, and he'll commit his passion's crime
But this, my friends, was years ago, and no-one's heard a thing
From the Opera Ghost and the terror that he used to bring
Yet if you went down, underground, you may bring to light
The Phantom of the Opera and the Music of the Night...