The performance yesterday
it showed my work in all it's glory.
Theatre shows grown stale, anew.
In the light I made my strike.
The young and the fairest maiden:
my lead, my key to freedom.
A lot in life long past now
who I must see through the mirror.
With the door locked I betray
my oath to stay the faceless angel.
In the candle-lighted lake
our senses are consumed.
Night time draws, and sharpened senses,
Darkness is the path to light.
Your defenses are unneeded -
I've planed this day all my life.
Beauteous maiden I have come for you.
I am the phantom of which they speak.
Sanctioned lovers bound by destiny.
'Hind my mask you must never see.
Night time draws, and sharpened senses,
Darkness is the path to light.
Your defenses are unneeded -
I've planed this day all my life.

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