The Witching Hour throughout the land

It's time to go and take our bows

A bloody rose thrown from the crowd

A tear streaked face so sad to leave

He bids farewell this Hallows Eve

A mask the Phantom he doth wear

A shattered heart a love so fair

Afraid to show his scar traced face

A true lost soul, such a waste

If only life was fair and kind

To the outer shell the world was blind

Then all his passion, all his grace

Would be what they see, not his face

As he ever so slowly walks onto the stage 

His time is now, his coming of age

 He gathers his courage, removes his mask

All his beauty shines through, this final act

Copyright © October 2000 Island Princess....All Rights Reserved

Chrissy, thank you for letting me have the honors of being your secret spook. I only hope my humble attempts have given you pleasure this week. May we continue to stay in touch and become better acquainted and remain friends for a long time to come. Believe me when I say..."the pleasure has been all mine". With love and hugs, Island Princess

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