"Know that I am built up of death from head to foot and that this is a corpse that loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!"
Look now! Feast your eyes upon this face of death!
I came back to Christine, she was waiting for me. Yes, she was waiting for me...waiting for me erect and alive, a real, living bride...as she hoped to be saved....And, when I...came forward, more timid than...a little child, she did not run away...no, no...she stayed...she waited for me....I even believe...that she put out her forehead...a little...oh, not much...just a little... like a living bride....And...and...I...kissed her!... I!...I!...I!...And she did not die!...Oh, how good it is, to kiss somebody like I have!...You can't tell!... But I! I!...My mother, my poor, unhappy mother would never ...let me kiss her....She used to run away...and throw me my mask! ...Nor any other woman...ever, ever!...Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And I fell at her feet, crying ...and I kissed her feet...her little feet...crying. You're crying, too...and she cried also...the angel cried!..."
"Yes...I felt her tears flow on my forehead...on mine, mine!...They were soft...they were sweet!...They trickled under my mask...they mingled with my tears in my eyes...yes ...they flowed between my lips....Listen, listen to what I did....I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears...and she did not run away!...And she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!
Ah, I am not going to die yet...presently I shall...but let me cry!...Listen...listen to this....While I was at her feet...I heard her say, `Poor, unhappy Erik!' ... AND SHE TOOK MY HAND!...I had become no more, you know, than a poor dog ready to die for her....I mean it!... I held in my hand a ring, a plain gold ring which I had given her ...which she had lost...and which I had found again... a wedding-ring, you know....I slipped it into her little hand and said, `There!...Take it!...Take it for you...and him! ...It shall be my wedding-present a present from your poor, unhappy Erik.....I know you love the boy...don't cry any more! ...She asked me, in a very soft voice, what I meant.... Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her...but that she could marry the young man when she pleased, because she had cried with me and mingled her tears with mine!...
I held you close as we both shook for the last time..
I am a lonely lost soul, wandering this world alone without anyone to care for me. I dwell in a lonely lair underneath the Paris opera house, composing music, music of happiness and wonderful memories, and music of horrible pain and sorrow..
You are quite aware of my past, I believe. I was born into the world as an outcast. My mother cried everytime she saw me. She presented me with my first gift, a mask. I hated disappointing my mother, it brought me hate and sadness. I ran away because I brought terror and horror to my parents, and not long after that, I was picked up by a traveling fair. I was displayed as a living corpse. I learned from the Gipsies their dark magic, and art. I also traveled throughout most of Europe with the fair. I once sang as I never sang before for my first time, people could not believe their ears. I practiced ventriloquism, and I became very popular among the Asian travelers. It was then my reputation was heard at the Palace of Mazenderan. I was soon forced to live in Persia under the Shah, working for him and providing him help in fighting his wars. I then had some experience in building and constructing such things. I began to build rooms, traps, torture chambers of the most unique, and wonderful structures. I performed tricks to entertain the little sultana which she was very surprised of my works and she could never understand how I could pull them off. It was then I began to notice tricks the Shah was doing himself, that no one else knew of. He ordered me to be put to death, for as long as I was alive, his secrets would be known. It was that the job of the daroga of Mazenderan to put me to death. However the daroga took pity on me, and enjoyed my works, he decided to provide me with a means of escape. I was very greatful, or so I thought. I moved on to other palaces constructing trap-door rooms, and secret hide-aways. It was I who actually constructed mysterious strong-secret-chambers found at Yildiz-Kiosk. But of course, once again I knew too much. I had to leave the Sultan's services.I just longed to be like anyone else. Building ordinay houses, and living in one myself. It was then I found myself working on the construction of the new enormous Opera House in Paris. I then later found myself meeting the wonderful, Madam Giry, who showed me throughout the newly contructed playhouse. I found myself amazed with the cellars underneath the large building. I dreamed of building a home, It was perfect. I was seperated from the world, and never my ugliness never had to be seen again.
Then I had laid my wretched eyes upon the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. How extraordinary she was, yet I could see how miserable she was, due to her fathers death. We shared in the same loneliness, we both needed someone to talk to, she needed a guardian. It was fate. I was her Angel of Music, promised to come to her by her father.
Christine.. wherever you are.. I wish you well. I love you and always will.. I am always here for you, my love.. You know where to find me. If your dreams don't turn out right, you are welcome to come back to your fallen angel, and protector anytime. I will always be looking out for you my dear...
..You resist, Yet your soul obeys!
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