The rose with the black ribbon sits on her grave
It bears the remembrance of a story of a sad love tale
The rosy petals gleam and remind him of her lush lips
Her voice can still be heard echoing throughout the
Halls of the deserted opera house
His love for her never died
He was her tutor
He was her demon
Who haunted her every night
He was struck with a face of horror
But it was in his soul where the true monster
Lies of all
His lyrics spun around her
Casting a majestic luring
A seducing feeling
But her heart did not succeed to feel like his
She thrived in the light
While he flourished in the night
He only knew darkness
But when she sang her voice
Her tenderness
Was the love that he needed
He was like a deprived child
Longing for her love and lust
As the rose with black ribbon
Acted when she received it at dusk

He wanted her to come with him to the point of no return
Where he and she would love each other forever
When he captured her he challenged her love
Her love was for another man

But he wanted her
She knew she could not win
She loved the man who taught her
Who seduced her
But she hated his demon like quality
While her true lover
Was kind
Was caring
When her lips pursed the man of darkness
Everlasting peace came over his soul
The demented man wept
And knew her heart was not his
And he bid her off
Hiding once more in the darkness
This man who loved a woman he could not have
This man whose heart lingered on for years for her
For he was the phantom of the opera
A monster
Who cared
And so the rose sits on her grave
With the black ribbon tied on the stem
Its place lies in the dim
As his love for her will never end