Phantom Poets. For the P.O.T.O. poet in most of us.

[Vixen Rose Whip]

Here is a P.O.T.O. poem I wrote cuz I was bored. Please give me your feelings and emotions about this poem.

She hears the voice of her angel of music.
The male voice that bashes the childhood sweetheart,
And congratulates her on her voice.
She then sees her angel in a mirror for the first time ever,
His darkness, and his mask.
He beckons her to come to him.
And she travels through the looking glass to meet him.

She meets him, singing.
They each speak, singing.
She mounts a steed, her angel leading.
They both are singing.

Guiding her down the river of darkness,
Through the catacombs of the Opera house,
He sings to her his hypnotizing song.
They croon their dark duet,
In the line where light crosses over to darkness.

Into his domain, statues stare at them.
The small river of death leads to a room.
As candles rise from the water pre-lit.
They stop singing,
But the music shall never end.

Tell me if this sucks too. (You know who I mean, yeah... you...)