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Famous Moive Poem - Phantom of the Opera

do you cry
the night away
when laughters turn
into a bottle of sobs
of an alcoholic?
your warm heart
finding itself floating
on a lake of ice?

is the fabled tale
in the warmth
of your hands
slipping away
from your grip?
an opera singing
a dissonant tune to
your fantasy?
the director you seek
leaving you in a valley of wants?

is the phantom of the opera,
nipping you in the bud? your
legs tied, your smiles fraying
into an ridiculous satire?

you walk down straight
to the lake of salvation
only to find a ring of fire crackling,
cracking up your world

you wish to throw in the towel
only to find the towel flare
into flames, your aspiration
trailing smoke into a fearful
votex of disappointments

you quieten yourself
down to give yourself
a respite and slip into
a cave of privacy, kneeling
praying, kneeling praying
tears swelling a full moon tide

you call for the phantom
to intervene, to light up
the candles of your life,

to help you ride out the storm,
turn around the opera of afflictions
so that a rainbow arcs
a victory over your sky
while while pains
lose their grip like
night and its shadows
soften to the gentle
robust rejuvenating light of dawn

rewritten from the following:

do you cry the night away
when laughters turn into
a bottle of sobs of an
alcoholic? your warm heart
found itself floating in
a lake of ice?

is the fabled tale in the
warmth of your hands
slipping away from your grip?
an opera singing another
tune to your fantasy?
the director you seek leaving
you in a valley of wants?

is the phantom of the opera
nipping you in the bud?
your legs tied, your smiles
fraying into a ridiculous satire?

you walk down straight
to the lake of salvation
only to find a ring of fire
crackling, cracking up your world

you plan to throw in the towel
only to find the towel
flares into flames
your aspiration trailing
smoke into a fearful votex
of disappointments

you quieten yourself down
in the cave of privacy
tears swelling a full moon tide
and wish that the phantom
would light up the candles
to help you ride out the storms
so that pains lose their grip
like shadows flickering out
of the last candle

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