As I slept
As I dreamed
Father was entirely wrong;
Surely he knew it through the long
years. Surely he callously lied about my glorious being of song!
Yet Father did not abandon me to my tears!
He destroyed my fears;
he gave me a gift far more than what I craved in those long years.
Father promised me an angel, an inhuman and unfeeling being sent from above,
He never vowed to send a frightening Phantom to teach me of.-
such Heavenly song. He certainly did not promise a mortal man, an Earthly love.
How blest am I;
for Father's wondrous folly. Surely he watches from a distant blue sky;
Surely he rejoices as I, to see the truth of my.-
The bridal gown!
To love an angel is a mortal sin, but my Angel flew down,
a mortal Man.
I was forbid to love him; now I freely can.
As I slept,
As I dreamt,
As I remembered,
Innocent slumber murdered,
defiled. I wake
into a nightmare.
The cacophony of sound
sounds of dread,
I will surely perish
Beneath the beauty
and the horror-
The world is silent for a moment.
A tinkling music, as though-meant
to soothe, trickles gen'tly through the air,
did the Angel send it there?
I fully wake.
This strange world is dark, the fabled light seeming to grow dim.
This is not Heaven; it is terrifying and grim.-
I see him!
The world enchants once more.
Gleeful timidity rushes in, as though- through a sudd'nly opened door.
What shall I do?
What shall I say?
In what way
May I sweetest convey
How can I lock away recollections of that voice, fuller and richer than the pealings
of the sweetest
I creep closer, the only sounds the swells
of faraway waves. He does not see me yet;
he leaves me to dizzily fret.
I nearly forgot
that mystery, the half-dreamed task.
Why would he conceal his beauty beneath the mask?
Surely he has no reason to hide
a single side.
Surely his beauty extends-
All thought of beauty ends
when I see the flesh.- of his partial countenance.
The mask is surreal, a shining white,
but the side opposite the right
so handsome the previous night
pales in the candle'ight.
He is far older than I, this man,
shown as only the lines of his face can.
And his lower lip- not the lip of an ordinary man-
They cannot be his features- Angel or Man!
To what further horrors is that lip connected?
What is this deceiving man?
I should flee, but I must know,
who is this, and where did He go?
he moves away-
he does not see;
he is not even aware of me.
As I prayed,
As I resolved,
As I reached,
When I touch,
The world falls away.
I am entombed with a monster
beyond keenest imagination
a festering creature.
it attacks in the instant I absorb its every inhuman feature.
It gives a nightmarish roar which echoes along the walls.
It is He.
what have I done?
I beg Heaven for it to be undone!
He huddles there,
his trembling hand reaches out
and when I do not move
strokes a caress timid and devout,
to my cheek.
The briefest instant, his touch is gone, as though his caress does not belong.
We stare in silence.- O, how long!
The impossible distortion of his face
holds no detraction, no place,
from his heart and soul.
How wretched am I
to so basely idoli-
-ze the youth and beauty of the princes
Father spoke of!
Is beauty the only path to love?
He crawls away with a sob of the greatest sorrow
once more his arm is outstretched, fingers bent
for the mask.
As I weep,
As I think,
As I love,
I throw the mask away.
As the mask falls away,
I place my hand