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Midge Jan 2019
Deep down the theater is a mystery
Of the phantom who lives in misery
A loathsome creature, masked in shame
He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame

He runs the opera, they must follow his order
Or else, a catastrophe will occur
Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt
Abide in you, I shall never flaunt

The world created an Angel of Hell
Taught him to **** and become cruel
But deep inside is a frightened child
Who yearns for beauty and all things mild

A troubled entity beneath all fright
The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.
Mary-Eliz May 2018
Opera's something I can take or leave
some I don't really much like
perhaps were I multi-lingual
they'd be more apt my fancy to strike

some I don't really much like
if I knew just what they were saying
they'd be more apt my fancy to strike
I wouldn't mind going and paying

if I knew just what they were saying
opera would speak more to my soul
I wouldn't mind going and paying
its beauty I then would extol

opera would speak more to my soul
if the story I could unweave
its beauty I then would extol
And opera I could take, not leave
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
­
Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na­-a-a- yeah,

Singin’ the light of *Agido!

See her likeness like the sun,
Can I praise? Can I blame her?
When winged-dreams come undone…

Singin’ the light of Agido!
Pierce Pleiades with the dawn,
And now I’m ploughing the Dog-star, -yeah!
Wooing my goddess with a song,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaa- yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na-a-a-ahh…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-n­a-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…

The owl on a rafter-er, the festival of days, -yeah!
Singin’ the light of Agido,
My Dawn Goddess passion’s haze,

Yeah!

Singin’ the light of Agido!
Ten-beauties-likeness like the sun,
Floating swans on streams of Xanthus,
Sweet-tasting honey’s oh so young!

Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
Singin’ the light of Agido!

Yeah!

Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
See her likeness like the sun,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-n­a-Naaaaaaa…

Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-­Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-A-A- yeah!

I saw the light of Agido,
A War of Love eclipsed the sun,
Who’s to blame? Where’s the praise now?
When winged-dreams come undone,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-N­aaaaaaa…

Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-­na-na-na-Na-a-a- yeah,

Yeah…

Soft-spoken
*Standard tempo
The first opera was produced by a Spartan named Alcman. It contained the first chorus which was meant to be sung by the audience. Most of the play is missing so I reconstructed a modern form in song for it. It is on the Paris Papyrus. It was said to have been the most popular play in Greek history because of the singing nature and the audience participation.

Agido is the woman whom was so beautiful the angels of heaven turned against god and themselves fighting a war over her. In Sumerian her name implies, "Creation/created of the waters."

The phrase, "ten beauties likeness like the sun," comes directly from the original and is a clue that the Greeks had longitudinal navigation allowing them to sail across the oceans. There are ten major stars aligned on the ecliptic against which you must plot the moon's position nightly to chart longitude.
my dire
hard part
will sing
this tract
with her
heart there
with me
only time
will enhance
her taint
that my
incandescent voice
then reignites
miracles whence
my holistic
nobility reigns
alight sighing
Tintin Aug 2017
You only live
so I keep my life?
why do you speak
so much of
giving your life
in exchange for mine?

As fires blaze
in the sanctity of our room
cards lay out
in a gamble

I cannot allow you
To suffer again
To be toyed with or worse
Ripped and burned

The both of us
We'll be filled with love
When the executioner comes
To collect us
Tintin Jul 2017
She talks
and asks
why
I cannot speak

She drags me everywhere
and has a grand time
while I am forced
to live in a mechanical body
she crafted to me

Radio waves
are my only means
and one sentence repeats
in my limited vocal ability

I pray for Elysium
and the soft grace and rest
still she drags me
I'm nothing but a doll

spirits take me
from this prison
why must I be forced
to live a life already full
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
Tonight he came to me, singing my name.
He, masked in mystery, hid away in shame.
From the shadows he reached for me,
tucked deep in my bed.
His longing eased inside of me,
his voice invading my head.
A streaming melody of loveless love,
an eternity with no one;
for fear of his face, a hideous disgrace.
His echoes yearn for someone.
Through the dark, I see you clear stranger of the night.
Without fear, we harmonize blissfully in twilight.
Inspiration:  Obvious..  lol .
Hayley Siebert Dec 2016
The Planet hell caught my ear
That of 12 years old
For mezzo nor soprano
A singer of classical genre

The riff and drum were a beautiful trance
Of Ever dream and Moondance
The dead boy's poem wept
The albums forever kept

I sang with you
Your Ghost Love score passed in the night
The wishes on notes
for she, he wrote

I found my path, when all seemed lost
To Mozart, Carmen, Tosca
A hand to the path you lead
Tear ashes upon my bed

I wished for the night
For every song that healed my plight
Years gone by from January to December
My olden day Nightwish I adore and remember
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