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Viscount Raoul De Chagny ([personal profile] dechagny) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains 2016-11-08 10:14 pm (UTC)

don't say I didn't warn you

[He nods, takes a deep breath in and out. While there's no one at the bar piano, that doesn't stop music from floating in as Raoul begins to sing.]

Righteous men don't get hurt
Can't be heartbroken, when will I learn
What led to this, led to this

I followed her, with noble intent
Taken away, by an ignoble man
I feared for her, feared for her

To the depths, to the depths I
Descended, descended I
Would save her, would save her but

Did she need me to set her free?

He did hang me from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope
Breath came to me in ragged gasps
In ragged gasps
She came to him willingly and embraced, and kissed him with fervor
While I did hang from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope

But I'm holding on for dear life, can't look away, can't close my eyes
Christine what is he to you, angel or demon or lover anew
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, can't look away, can't close my eyes
Did I never tell you how deep ran my love, did you never know that I do
Know that I do

Sun is up, or I suppose
It is outside this opera house
And where you are, where you are beyond

Dear Christine, dear Christine, I
Want to see, want to see you
One last time, if I'm to die

But do you no longer think of me

He did hang me from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope
To what end I can only assume
I can only assume
He wished me cold and dead before his feet, perhaps he got his wish
As you kissed him in the dark of the night, in the dark of the night

But while trapped I'll never know, cannot ask, can't determine what's right
Subjected to whims of men I can't see, who care not for the fate of me
But perhaps all is not lost to despair, for I'm here, I'm still alive
There must be a way to find out, if I did tell her of my love
Oh God above

Did she love me
Or this grotesque monstrosity
Who thinks nothing of killing a man
If there's a chance
Under what circumstance
Did he force himself into her life
The woman I wished to make my wife
Christine so sweet and demure
My heart did you spur
It's all a blur...


[As the song fades out, Raoul takes a bitter swallow of wine. Sorry buddy, it's not going to take the taste of sorrow out of your mouth.]

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