Soft curtains a drawn
A mist set forth on the stage
Down from the ceiling fell a cage
Elegant in beauty
The crowd watched in silence
For the show to begin
A soft melody fell from her lips
And crescendoing into loud folds of words
The opra began
She draped her body along the bars
And sang about how she wished to be set free
About her soul dying in the clutches of containment
A tear fell down her face
The crowd in awe leaned into the stage
Grasping her sides with a forlorn frown
Lying there
She let out the last of her show
It flew through the room like electricity
And the curtains where once again drawn to hide her face
She fell  against the cool metal
Waiting to be set free
But the room dimmed to dark
And her body ebbed in and out of reality
Phantom of the ... Opera
Inside my mind