My primal sea is rising.
The wind blows seed and spore.
My emotional horizon,
Expands like endless war.
Your love is so surprising,
I stand, struck dumb in awe,
And I’m close to realizing,
The depth of feelings raw.
My powdered face is caking.
My clownish features scored.
A fool so plainly faking,
Yet is Superman restored.
If there’s history to be making,
With crash of violent chord,
Then the nightmares of my waking,
I slash with bloody sword.
I’m the Phantom in your Opera.
I’m your leper with his sores.
With your super starlet status,
You mock my lean applause.
I’m just a minor word smith,
With a standard set of claws;
A forensic eye for specious myth,
That defies all natural laws.
You know I’m not mistaken.
I will not be ignored.
I need no glib evasion,
But a just and fair reward.
Though I make no undertaking,
My love for you is sure;
And a heart no longer aching,
Can sing again and soar.
My ancient ground is quaking,
You move me to my core.
My mountain tops are shaking.
My raging rivers roar.
You’re a constant wave that’s breaking,
Along my rocky shore.
And I’m your slave to love, forsaking,
all lesser pleasures more.
I’m the Phantom in your Opera.
I’m Tarzan to your Jane.
A bantam cock exotica,
Not a preening rooster vain.
I’m a specter at your cabaret;
Prometheus in chains.
And I’ll hold you in my fiery sway,
And dash all rival brains.
I’m the Phantom in your Opera.
I wear that mask and glove.
And you’re that shifting doppler
Light, that rules my stars above.
I’m the Phantom in your Opera;
My voice is deep and gruff.
And all the harmonies, that I can muster,
Must so confirm my love!
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