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Monsieur, Mademoiselle and Madame....
On behalf of the Lord of the Lair,
I bid You WELCOME... to "Love Letters From The Lair"
Where "The Music of the Night" never ends....



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(Thanks to Fran for this rendering)

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The Royal Kilt Of Death!


Ode to HRH;
The Lord of the Lair
By Debrasue, Maiden of the Mirrors

You know that the
Ladies of the Lair
Adore You...
It is not in our Hearts
To Abhor You..,
And the Truth be known...
We love the beautiful Face we've been shown...
But we're holding our Breath...
because we're apt to be blown
Away by what lies 'neath the
Royal Kilt of Death!




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(Thanks to Phantomina for these Manips)





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Dear Phantom friends, phans and Gerry lovers. What began as a simple post expressing my love for the Phantom of the Opera as portrayed by Gerry, has transitioned into something unexpected. With so many of us still loving this film after over two years, the thread became a candlelit refuge of hopes, dreams, thoughts, art and poetry...an expression of our appreciation for
Gerry, for ALW's film, and each other.

There have been many threads posted about Phantom, but in the busyness and excitement of our wonderful GALS board, these topics often get lost in the shuffle and drop off everyone's radar. So now we have one central thread, where ALL things Phantom can be shared and expressed among us.... a place where we can relive those special moments, when the Phantom first held out his hand and whispered..."follow me...."

For those of you who are new to this thread, you are also invited to read:

Love Letters from the Lair Part #1

Love Letters from the Lair Part #2

Love Letters from the Lair Part #3

Love Letters from the Lair Part #4

Love Letters from the Lair Part #5

Love Letters from the Lair Part #6

Love Letters from the Lair Part #7

By Debrasue:

Dungeons and Dragons!
Ha! Let them beware...
Dungeons of Black despair...
The Prisons of our Minds...
If you Dare...
Come down to the Lair...
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew behind...
Angels of Music, Angels in Hell...
Opera Ghosts and Phantoms dwell.
The Ladies and Mistresses, Keepers and Guardians of the Master's Secret Fire...
Pursued relentlessly by the Twin Dragons of Passion...'True Love' and 'Lustful Desire'
In this fantasy your roles are quite clear...
for the Phantom's Music and the Angel's voice are all that you hear.
The Ladies of the Lair
Our Kilted Master takes care...
And in return...
We shelter and love the child in Erik in whose heart Beauty does burn.
Role playing fun?
With our beloved Phantom?
Yes!....just a fantasy deem...
No more...No less...
But here I digress...
'Is all that we seem, or dream...
A dream within a dream?'... I guess!





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This was my original post from thread #1:

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Our friend and GAL Debrasue, inspired this topic with her beautiful signature, and I posted this in another thread. But I thought I would post it in a new topic, so that more of you could share.

Do you remember when he first carried you away? How did Gerry's Phantom make you feel? How did you respond?

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I remember the first time he carried me away. I remember feeling like I had fallen into a dream. I remember feeling the goose bumps rise up on my flesh. I remember the way my chest tightened and my palms sweat. I remember his face first in the mirror; far away and indistinct. I remember his gloved hand as Christine stepped through the mirror's shimmering magical membrane, birthing her into his world. Where she saw what HE wanted her to see, and felt what he made her feel. And then I remember when the camera captures his face and form for the first time.... that face, those eyes, that brow. I remember sitting forward in my chair and clutching my knees. I remember that it was hard to breathe, and that as he led her through the corridor... I wanted to go too. I wanted to be with him, to hear his music, to be touched and loved by him.

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I remember watching him tremble when his gloved hand touched her body. I remember the longing, the pain, the mad desire that drove him. I remember his quivering lips, the hope in his eyes.... hope that she would love him. Hope that someone would finally love him. And I remember the gentleness in his voice and expression when he lay her in the bed. How his hand stroked her cheek; the leather glove barely tracing her face... as he looked upon his love, the one he had been dreaming of and yearning for. He might have had her then , he might have used his power over her to take her... but he did not. He walked away, closing her inside the black lace curtain.... and retreated to his music.

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I remember the ecstasy on his face when she approached him at the organ, first, caressing his cheek, but then, ripping the mask away to expose his deepest pain. One moment, ecstasy, and the next betrayal.

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I Remember the rooftop scene in the snow, when Christine and Raoul pledged their love, while the Phantom looked on from behind the statue... listening to their secrets, watching them kiss like lovers. He stood so silently, a cloaked dark form lurking against the white snow, and you could feel his pain and cold heartbreak, crackling like ice. He watched her...his Christine, in the arms of another man... and I remember how his voice echoed her name after Raoul's. So soft and pleading.... an angel falling to hell.

Christine dropped the red rose... his rose, a symbol of his heart. How easily she discarded it.

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I remember the final kiss, as Raoul and Christine left the roof, elated in their confessed love. Emerging from the shadows, the Phantom stooped to the ground and lifted the rose to his face, the petals brushing his cheeks. I remember his eyes cresting with tears, and his nose weeping with the deepest anguish of unrequited love. At first, he held the rose close, as if to cherish it, as if part of her lingered in it's scent... but then his face became a canvas of turmoil. His rejection...his devastation that she did not love him. His wounded heart, his features a portrait of pain. His lips quivered, his eyes narrowed and then, madness rose to the surface with shallow panting breaths....

He crushes the rose between his gloved fingers.... rose petals, like drops of blood falling to the snow. His eyes grow darker as he surrenders to anger, hatred, violence. Like a great black raven, he ascends Apollo's Lyre to call down his curse. The voice, once gentle and pleading.... now a weapon. The black cloak-wings flapping in the wind and swirling snow.

"I gave you my music...made your song take wing..."

I remember the Ball.... the Phantom...a vision of red as he stomps down the staircase. The Phantom... menacing, fully in control , a god of his world. He descends the steps like Satan himself.... an amused smirk on his face, the darkness of his eyes threatening and mesmerizing all at the same time. The dancers gasp and stare, a trail of blood-red velvet follows in his path. I remember staring at the screen...shocked by his power and sensuality.... that mask suggesting a skull, dangerous and alluring.


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He makes his way down the staircase, haughty and sarcastic.... a composer, king, royalty from the underworld.

Until he sees her.

Then he is undone.... power is sucked out of him with one look in her eyes.

She is drawn to him as if under a spell.

I was under his spell too. Oh how I wanted her to see it, to understand how much he loved her. To let him love her.

His eyes pleading, his lips quivering with desperate need.... "Return to me... her teacher.... her teacher..."

"No One Would Listen" playing in the background.... my heart was breaking with hope!

They are so close... the only two people in the room, but then he spies the ring, and the enchantment is broken as her chains are broken.

"Your chains are still mine, you belong to me!"



I remember white grinding teeth, a flash of red and smoke, and then the mirrors.... the past.... going back in time. Haunting music swirling like a carousel. The gypsy carnival. Poor Phantom... poor lost little boy. Filthy, half starved, kept in a cage like an animal. The seeds of hatred and violence are seen in the eye-holes of his cruel burlap mask.

How could people do that to a child? Where were his family...his father, his mother?

"A mask....my first....unfeeling scrap of clothing."

"Hide your face so the world will never find you."

Fleeing for his life.... and then the Opera House.

Refuge..... music.

Time passes.....

Christine.

She finds refuge there too. A lost little girl whose heart has been broken by the death of her beloved father.

The angel of music sings to her each night. A connection is formed. The invisible angel watches over her.... and grows to love her.

Impossible love.... but he hopes from the shadows. I already knew the end... but I could not help it, I hoped too, and hung on every word, every sublime heartbreaking and soul slamming moment.

When did he know he loved her as a man loves a woman? When did an angel's watch-care turn to a grown man's passion? When did he reach the point of no return?

He would have her or die.

"Seal my fate tonight..."

I remember Don Juan....

I felt the power of his performance in that scene, viscerally. A man utterly consumed by his passion. Like the flames of fire licking all around the stage, he consumed me... he MADE me feel it. It was Music of the Night with the lacy veil torn away. His feelings were raw....his intentions clear. No disguise, no hiding... he wanted her, and I WANTED him.

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Every Night in the Phantom's Opera
by Debrasue

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Music in the Night...
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Caves and tunnels, misty moats...
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Trap doors and candlelight
Angels in mirrors, men in boats...
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And Crystal Chandeliers
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Crashing down around your ears!
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So let the audience in...
Let his Opera begin!!!




I remember feeling stunned that an actor and a movie could make me feel those things.... could draw out of me, my secret feminine self.

I remember Don Juan.... his sexual need and unveiled aggression. Stalking, hungering, lust ... melted away into heartbreaking tenderness when he dared to sing, "Anywhere you go, let me go too...."

Years and years of loneliness, isolation and rejection.... exploding in growling anger, his hatred cast down on the innocent in flame and shattered glass.

His desperation.... his blame of the whole world as he steals her away. To force her to love him, to make her understand.

"Christine.... why? Why?"

Then I remember the kiss.... his first and only kiss. That kiss cost him everything, because it made him realize the true nature of love. That kiss bruised and battered him worse than any weapon could have. Christine's kiss destroyed him, but then... it gave him the power to let go.

I cried when she kissed him, when his face was shiny and wet with tears, saliva trailing from his mouth, his eyes filled with regret..... he knew it was over.

And then I remember the little boy singing to the monkey music box, the lift of his brow... his trembling mouth... his mask torn away and soul stripped bare. The Phantom, lost, bleeding and broken.

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"Masquerade.... paper faces on parade...."

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And then the smashing of mirrors....

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One final look back..... and he is gone, his music gone, his love.... gone.

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"It's over now.....the music of the night!"

I remember leaving the theater, groping through a thick fog of his feelings.... and mine. There was pain, there was sadness... but there was also an awakening. I resolved that night, not to let my own dreams and passions die. I lay in bed, as the music floated through my mind, images from the film, as clear as if I were still seated in the theater before the screen.

For months afterward, and even now.... Gerry's Phantom carries me away.


I remember, and I will never forget.

Gerry made him live in my soul.


Please share your own feelings and memories. Share your favorite Phantom graphics (keeping the image guidelines in mind) Share your favorite Phantom related songs and poetry.... or just speak from your heart.




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Introducing A Beautiful Tribute Video, by Lairotica.... For All Phantom Lovers, and the Ladies of the Lair.





I Would Like To Introduce The LairGALS:

Some of us have chosen a special name and icon to symbolize
What our Phantom love means to us, and how we would serve
The Lord of the Lair, if given the opportunity.
We know that Erik is a fictional character, but through Gerry's portrayal,
We are living out our dreams and fantasies





Swansong GAL: 'Lady of the Lair, Guardian of the Master's Dreams':

It is my duty and my pleasure to embrace Erik; the Lord of our Lair, in my Swan feathers each night as he sleeps...
To guard and protect him from the nightmarish hell of his lonely childhood... the pain of his memories...
And the heartache of his isolation.
I surround him with radiant songs of heaven... and dreams of wholeness and beauty.


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Debrasue GAL:'Maiden of the Mirrors,
Wondering Angel of the Lair'

I wonder...
Do Angels of Music
See the Beauty that We see..
When they gaze upon
Their own reflection?
I wonder...

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Erica GAL: 'Lairotica'

The Lord of the Lairs' joys of the flesh. I run to him whenever he beckons.
I am lost in his trance and a slave to his will, I have a gentle hand and a loving gaze.

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discoveringme GAL: Jillian, 'Mistress of the Night'


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Madamina GAL: 'Phantomina of The Lair,
Guardian of The Phantom's Eyes'
and Keeper of the Sacred Brown Leather Don Juan Triumphant Opera Score Folio of Death



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Lady Elissa GAL: Lady Elissa, 'Nightingale of the Lair'

The Nightingale of the Lair adds her harmonies to the Music of the Night
as she serves the Lord of the Lair in his domain.
She brings her spirit of caring and healing to his dark world.


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chachababy GAL: Lord of the Lair's, "Mistress of his Roses'

Zeus chose us a King of the Flowers in his mirth...
He would call the Rose, and would royally crown it;
for the Rose, ho, the Rose! is the grace of the earth...



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Raina Snow GAL: Lady Amethyst, 'Mistress of the Crystal Cave'


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Dawn GAL: Mistress of the Lair, 'Voice of the Morning Light'

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Leslie D GAL: Temptress Jordanna of the Lair,
'Teller of Tales, and the Master's Muse'


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Ladyfran GAL: Ladyfran of the Lair, "Mistress of the Master's Cherished Violin'

"Beautiful notes float from it's strings,
Caressing like the touch of a lovers hair
Sensual music, an angels touch
Leading the way is the Lord of the Lair....


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Poppy GAL: 'Merciful Angel of the Lair'

The Merciful Angel blesses The Lair, with patient watch-care,
Never again will she allow harm to come to The Master, for whom,
Her pure soul bleeds.

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Texas gramma GAL: Lady Suzanna, 'Guardian of the Golden Corridor to the Lair'
I guard the privacy of The Master and alert him to intruders.
I maintain the candlelight that illuminates the dark path for the Lord of the Lair."


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mommaduck GAL: Judith of the Lair, 'Keeper of the Innocents,
and Guardian of the RoyalPug'

Denied a normal childhood, our Erik always yearned for pet, like any other boy.
While other lads happily roamed the countryside with their faithful dog,
Poor Erik was confined to a gypsy's cage, treated more abominably than any animal.
Keeper of the Innocents, I Judith, care not only for Erik's menagerie of gentle creatures,
But I also administer the healing balm of tenderness and acceptance to his soul.


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Ennaedwyn GAL: Ennaedwyn of the Lair, 'Fairy Queen of Life, and the Creative Spirit'

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MidnightDiva GAL: Lady Scarlett, 'Guardian of Erik's Heart, and Keeper of the Precious Rose'

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Emily GAL: Emily, Innocent Angel of the Lair, and 'The Phantom's Blossoming Rose'

Innocent Angel
by Emily

My soul took flight
For a man dressed in red and black stood on the side of me.
He looked at me as I laid in a swan shaped bed.
His eyes looking at me with a look of innocence.
I looked up at him in silence.
His eyes looked full of desire.
His eyes are what I admire.
His mask was so white.
So radiant and full of light.
He called me a name,"Innocent Angel"
The name was gentle.
The name was what awoke me from my slumber.
But before I could answer,the candles began to flicker.
I could no longer see the Phantom.
But I knew the rose in my heart began to blossom



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Aya: Maiden of Creativity-
Guardian and Keeper of all the master's fine art masterpieces,
And his artistic apprentice



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Phanphorlife GAL: "Lady Lucia, Guardian of the Evening Light,
And Protector of Erik's Wishing Star"

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I would like to invite ANYONE who is interested in having their own special Lair name, to let me know.... if you are not sure what you want your name to be.... Myself or the other Lair GALS can suggest something for you. Once you have chosen your name, I would be happy to find the perfect icon for you.

Welcome to all Lair lurkers, Lair sisters, Phantom lovers and GAL Phriends!



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GIFTS AND TALENTS FROM THE LAIR

We have many talented ladies lurking in the lair, and I would like to introduce you to some of their Phantom inspired creations:

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Chanson de L'ange Music Video

Chanson de L'ange is a Phantom music video;
With an aria composed and performed by Swansong, orchestrations by Nathan Allen Pinard,
And the haunting video edited and created By Kelli323

This drawing was sent to me, courtesy of our GAL Betts, for whom it was created.
Thank you, Betts, for sharing this Phantom treasure:

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The Lair, a Poem by
by Larotica

His pain was heavy and his heart ached for love,
But no one wanted to be near him, no one wanted to touch,
One day a small group of women came upon this man,
And their hearts ached to comfort him and show him a gentle hand,
Each one had a special purpose, Each one had a special love,
And the master was grateful for all the warmth he was now in possession of,
The numbers grew a little everyday, and like a sisterhood they bonded together to stay,
The Master loved each one and knew that they would be his forever,
Never again would he spend a dark night alone,
Never again would he feel the cold,
For once his lair was dark and damp....
But now the light from each heart of his saviors, shines brighter than a lamp.



Petals In The Snow,
A Poem by Swansong:

Hiding in the shadows, where can the dreamer go?
Love is dying slowly, like petals in the snow

The darkness of the mirror, the candles burning down
The memory of her angel face, a faded wedding gown

A man or a dark phantom, a devil dared to sing
A lonely little boy, with an angel's broken wing

This world was never meant for you
A heart that should have been free
A soul that could have soared so high
Lost in what can never be

The years go by in silence, her voice a distant song
Her music shining in the light, where phantoms don't belong

No one to share your passion, no kiss to light the fire
No soft caress, of flesh, to press desire

A man without a woman, a soul with out a mate
Passion poured into emptiness, can slowly turn to hate

This world was never meant for you
A heart that should have been free
A soul that could have soared so high
Lost in what can never be

If only she had saved you, If only love was blind
If only you reached higher, and left the past behind

But you could never see, the beauty that you are
No mask could take away your pain, or hide the deepest scar

Remember that she loved you, love's precious mingled tears
Let the memory comfort you, and fill the lonely years

All your dreams behind you

A life you'll never know

Love is dying slowly....

Like petals in the snow.



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Presenting a wee bit of Phookin' Phunny Phantom Phun Phrom our own Phantomina!
GERRYSOUP TRIUMPHANT!
(Click image twice to read)

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Recently, the LairGALS put together a "love letter" to Gerry from all of us.
This letter will be given to him as part of a fund raising event for the GB Fan Convention, June 9-10 in Las Vegas
Graphic design by madamina.



The Envelope: (click image to enlarge)

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The Letter:(click image to enlarge)

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Please Enjoy the following "Phantomish" music videos, inspired by the Lord of our Lair, and created by our own LairGALS

By ladyfran:



By Erica:











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From Debrasue:

Wow! Yet another Thread has come and gone...

Anxious Anticipation preparing for GB Vegas Con!!

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For those left behind...Virtual reality brightened their day...

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Poor Erik was sad...he thought everyone had gone away...

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His Gals are back home now... to share the beauty of The The Music of the Night...

His soul soars when his song takes flight....

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So... I can hardly wait...

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As the Magic seductively unfurls in Thread 8!!!

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Ahhhhhh, Debra..... you got your link working! Yeah!!!!!

Swannie

Swansong GAL: Lady of the Lair,

'Guardian of the Master's Dreams'

And Willing OCPA Sufferer

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Hello to all my fellow Lair Gals. I hope you all are doing well. I am doing wonderful. I am better than I have been in the past few day. Ah,another thread opened. Wonderful!

Now there was a reason I posted....oh,yes,I have another poem to share with you. It is still untitled like my other ones. I hope you enjoy this one as well as my other ones...it might be a bit long. I apoligize for that but do enjoy.

I opened my eyes slowly.

I saw in the mirror before me.

Nothing was there.

Silence was all that was in the room,so bare.

I was alone once more.

But on a table I saw a red rose which was not there before.

I held it up as it glowed in the light.

It was showing bright.

I had wondered who it was that left me this token.

Then I noticed one petal had fallen.

Calmly,I stared at the rose in wonder.

I slowly put on top of my dresser.

The sound that was there was my whisper of,"Who sent it to me?"

Then I remembered,the rose was the key.

It was he,the Angel of Music.

My heart he did trick.

In my heart,I knew he always called me to be his innocent angel to him once more.

And each time my heart was unsure.

Unsure if he was kind or not.

Was I a victim of his romantic plot?

No,not I. I was more of a heart to lift him out of his darkness.

Out of the horrible memories of cruelness.

My voice called out to him,"Erik,your innocent angel is here for you always."

But yet I knew that his heart was like a maze.

Unable to find your way in.

In the mirror behind me was a grin.

A shadow watched me in silence,admiring my innocence.

"And your angel of music is always here for you."Was his only sentence.

My heart and my body fell to the floor.

But he caught me shortly before.

In his arms he whispered in my ear,"Sleep,my blossoming rose."

His voice still echoes.

Emily, Innocent Angel of the Lair, and 'The Phantom's Blossoming Rose'

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Gosh! Emily!....That is very insightful and mature....not in an 'old' way...but in an innocently wise way....you are a very sensitive person....aware of the emotions around you it seems....I loved your poem Emily....and it wasn't too long at all!

I was getting ready to post this picture....so now I'll post it for you....I've been experimenting with thumbnails & color saturation, etc...hope it looks ok...here goes... maybe he'll inspire another poem!!! This is when he says "Christine...I love...you....."

He's clickable...

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The picture did inspire me...I am writing another one right now...hehe...I have creative juices flowing through me. Yay! I love that picture by the way... :)

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Hello Gals...and thank you Debs I truly feel a Gal, especially on the phanty threads, he's my main Gerry love I feel like I've been sired like with Dracula, WITHOUT THE BITE..... :cunning:

It's really late here in the UK..still raining but it's my last late night, bed time early from tom but I've spent all my time reading two of the Love letters threads and you ladies are awesome, really you are opening up your lives for others to read and identify with you know I think we are drawn as kindred spirits and as we are not controlled by image but pure mind, heart and soul and friendships are formed that surpass our natural, visual control, if that makes sense.

Debs, tee hee I am terrible I tell anyone and eveyone about Gerry and I have been known to sing all the POTO songs to the poor bu@@ars that can't tell me to stop...hey great songs....shame about the voice but hey that's me smile and sing life's too short, I'm sure they'd kick me up the arse to stop me singing if they could move which is okay.....I've got a big arse I can take it.... :cunning:. As for the more able clients they usually like Elvis, Abba and brace yourself.....Daniel O'Donnell :cunning:

and Debs......BLESS HIS BIG SILK SOCKS...Gerry is ready to cry, isn't he? Oh he is so divine it hurts and I read that interview about him moving on and I don't think he ever will truly move on he gave to much of himself to this role, it touched him and I think unless I'm a truly bad judge of character once touched Gerard James Butler never forgets, it stays with him, he's too sensitive a soul for it not to leave a mark....but hey what do I know?

xmarx...you are a sweetheart and a true Gal...and LairGal!...what you said is very true and I believe what you said with my whole heart! Love & cyberhuggs....hey! tell some of the folks you work for...patients...all about the the movie & G's Erik...and how we still talk about it here and just can't get enough...do you think your patients would like that???? Sounds wonderful to me if it's possible!....but anyway ...we'll see ya when you're not as busy!!!! Hey!!...See any resemblence....

click this one...it gets really huge & it looks like G's been crying..his beautiful eyes are sort of red...poor baby....

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Wow....did I just quote the right way?.....Please don't tell me it was That easy!!! Duh!!!
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Okay,in the past five minutes,I created another poem. Yay! Thanks to Debra for posting a picture of Erik from the last scene. Here is the poem.

As I walked down to his lair once more,I heard a sobbing.

Someones heart was in need of a healing.

It was when it struck me. It was Erik that was hurt.

This was not a time to desert.

"Erik."I said this as I walked to him quickly.

"Leave me!"He said madly.

His eyes were filled with tears of pain.

Then I knew his heart was slain.

"I let her go,Emily...the love I had."His voice filled with agony.

"Who?"I asked calmly.

"Christine..."He sang softly.

I gasped."Now I am alone."He said sadly.

"Not anymore you're not."I said sweetly.

I had said this with my hand on the side of his face firmly.

He then embraced me with a tight,friendly touch.

He whispered"It helps me to know you care so much."

His innocent angel was here to stay.

For I knew he always set my heart ablaze.

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Okay...hello ladies... I'm going to read all the threads...two down...five to go and now another :bonk: ..are you lot insatiable or what? :cunning: anyone would think you likeD Phantom of the Opera.... :cunning: and Emily wonderful poems :claphands:

Okay to introduce myself....I'm getting on a bit, happily married don't know if my hubby would say the same, think he would he knows I'd clock him one if he didn't :cunning: , three kids and well I'm in two minds.... 1 'sensible' and the other 'out of it'....and I kinda want to mother Gerry and do other things to Gerry but we won't go there it's too naughty.... :tasty: hence my attraction to Phanty I guess...I really don't know whether to give him a coffee, cuddle and cup cake or grab him and aim at the swan bed....hmm what a dilemma...tee hee.

Personally I have brothers but they are so very much older than me and almost like my dad and my father, who I loved to death and lost 22 years ago who was like my grandfather if that makes sense and I spent a lot of my time as a kid either playing catch the newt as a tomboy or reading...boy I loved, love reading and all the characters I could imagine myself as Heidi, The Lion, the witch and the wardrobe and as I began to grow Jane Austen and the Bronte's so I suppose I'm a mixture of Jane Eyre, plain, clever I think and sensitive and Heathciffe, wild and well basically a NUTTER....and I play the two parts of my characters off the sensible, sensitive side and the rebel and lover of nature and it's wildness. One of the ladies on letters 1 said she saw Phanty in Wuthering Heights and I guess I very much agree with that...that unknown, cruel, viscious childhood, a moment of kindness to shelter him and then lonliness and unrequited love..well almost unrequited which I think is Christine's problem to Phanty...she doesn't know what to feel..that animal attraction that she barely controls or the need for security and safety in Raoul and Edgar Lynton.... Mind you I think the Phanty of the book is a lot less likeable, he has learnt from the outside world and learnt to be cruel and kill and does so whereas the movie version only kills as he begins to loose control of his environment and to get to Christine anyway he can.

Now, now Marg, getting diverted....how did POTO and Gerry's performance grab me and keep me loving it well...I LOVE MUSICAL THEATRE...ADORE IT and a good friend on another message board had sent me Oklahoma...great, brill, loved it and by the way Marg try this one, it's good and the lead WHO SHE ADORED is really good...well I'm telling you I wasn't really keen...CAN YOU BELIEVE IT.....HA HA HA...but I thought go on then..I'd never been able to afford to see it at the theatre and had completely missed it in the cinema's why I must have been really busy..mustn't I? so I thought GO ON THEN.....IF I MUST.... I'm sat there, it's dark, I'm on my own, cup of coffee in hand and well I like it, nice singing and then the camera pans down to the cattacombs and this BLACK BEAUTY in the dripping, cobwebbed depths of the theatre and I'm like Kevin Costner in the Bodyguard.....moving forward, eyes dilated, breath stopped and like my heart in my mouth....OOOOooer WHOSE'S THIS THEN.....I LIKE ..... :tasty: and then he's gone only to return in the mirror....well the next how long was it I'm like HOOKED....the coffee well it went awol and I'm like getting more and more entranced....Oooer...one minute and Oh hand me the tissues the next....to wipe my nose...my nose :heat: and then the ultimate and the final scene and I'm like....OH OH SNIFFLE, SNIFFLE, BLAH, BLAH and I'm like Phanty why didn't you strangle him...see I told you the Heathcliffe in me.... :cunning: and he's gone and I'm devastated.....but Like Debrasue I am one of life's optimists and I could only imagine the best happening...a future and why didn't he let himself be captured ..the ring...she still belonged to him as he did her and my mind played overtime imagining the continuing tale and I typed and typed until I'd finished MY ending......that I thought fitted the rose and ring scene ending of the movie and not the going to die aspect of the book.....and that has never ended I won't think of him alone ..... he would follow her..... anyone who loved that much would change and follow her to her world no matter what the risks..... and here I am at least a hundred viewings later and still totally enamoured with POTO and Gerard James Butler who gave that psychopath a heart and sensibilities that made you care for him.

Oh and Phanty reminded me of the clients I work with shunned for being different with bouts of anger but always wanting to be accepted, loved and just live as everyone else does and I just adored Gerry's handle on that aspect of the Phantom ...he wasn't the sum of his anger or genius but simple a human being, a man who wanted, needed and thought he had found love..... that kind of soul searching is only possible by a true and brave soul who went into his own hurt, anger and rejection to pull out this character....WOW.... Gerry has produced a film I think that will pass the test of time, it is unique, he's unique in it...well he's just as he say's a lot AWESOME. :inlove: and I never, ever tire of this movie.... when I'm on my death bed if there's a DVD player I'll DEMAND they put it on ONE LAST TIME...WHAT A WAY TO GO....but hey I'M NOT OBSESSED.... tee hee....

Oh and finally I couldn't believe it when I found out he was the same guy in Dracula....I mean I thought he was American and F@@KIN GORGEOUS..... and most of his movies later I'm still totally smitten but push me and Phanty will always be my number one Gerry movie, ALWAYS.... :inlove: until they make a sequel with him in it anyway.... :cunning::cunning:

Okay,in the past five minutes,I created another poem. Yay! Thanks to Debra for posting a picture of Erik from the last scene. Here is the poem.

As I walked down to his lair once more,I heard a sobbing.

Someones heart was in need of a healing.

It was when it struck me. It was Erik that was hurt.

This was not a time to desert.

"Erik."I said this as I walked to him quickly.

"Leave me!"He said madly.

His eyes were filled with tears of pain.

Then I knew his heart was slain.

"I let her go,Emily...the love I had."His voice filled with agony.

"Who?"I asked calmly.

"Christine..."He sang softly.

I gasped."Now I am alone."He said sadly.

"Not anymore you're not."I said sweetly.

I had said this with my hand on the side of his face firmly.

He then embraced me with a tight,friendly touch.

He whispered"It helps me to know you care so much."

His innocent angel was here to stay.

For I knew he always set my heart ablaze.

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xmargx

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My Gosh!!! I love waking up to this!!!! Thank you xmargx for your riveting and emotional account...I love your writing style...it's like you're in the same room conversing....cool!

Emily....that poem came to you very quickly!....I knew there was a reason I chose that picture!...You gave your poem a very nice Lair Gal fantasy ending....I love that....You are definitely the loving Innocent Angel of the Lair!!! You make Erik feel better!

xmargx....I would never want Erik to let himself be captured....that would've been death for him!..I love to think he had a master plan of escape....and continued his life's adventure somewhere beyond the Paris Opera House....he still had a lot to learn...about life and love...and himself....and he's just too strong of character and ego to give up and fade away...that would be a tragic waste of a perfectly good man...no matter what his face looked like.....out in the real world there would be others just like him...outcast and lonely...if I were to write a story....he would encounter these people...especially children....and with his ingenuity and talent....maybe build an orphanage & hospital for them....and maybe gain some form of respect from society as a great humanist....or something that....

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Emily....that poem came to you very quickly!....I knew there was a reason I chose that picture!...You gave your poem a very nice Lair Gal fantasy ending....I love that....You are definitely the loving Innocent Angel of the Lair!!! You make Erik feel better!

It appears that I do. I love the ending...I almost going to put that he was crying on my shoulder.
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I know...I thought for a minute he was willing to give in...but the ring Debrasue the ring..when she gave him that...I think she gave him hope, she did in my fanfic anyway...THIS IS GERRY'S PHANTY...HE DON'T GIVE UP.....and lets say he had quite an adventure and so did Christine... :tasty: well I am a bit NAUGHTY.... :heat: especially when I imagine Phanty as that hunk of Scottish beefcake...the clingy trousers, frilly shirt, waist coat....black cravat and cloak....OOooer Debrasue I'm getting way to excited....Oh and the GLOVES...blimey don't forget the gloves.... :cunning:

and I do have a bit of a problem I write as if I'm there...no pauses etc....tee hee....

My Gosh!!! I love waking up to this!!!! Thank you xmargx for your riveting and emotional account...I love your writing style...it's like you're in the same room conversing....cool!

Emily....that poem came to you very quickly!....I knew there was a reason I chose that picture!...You gave your poem a very nice Lair Gal fantasy ending....I love that....You are definitely the loving Innocent Angel of the Lair!!! You make Erik feel better!

xmargx....I would never want Erik to let himself be captured....that would've been death for him!..I love to think he had a master plan of escape....and continued his life's adventure somewhere beyond the Paris Opera House....he still had a lot to learn...about life and love...and himself....and he's just too strong of character and ego to give up and fade away...that would be a tragic waste of a perfectly good man...no matter what his face looked like.....out in the real world there would be others just like him...outcast and lonely...if I were to write a story....he would encounter these people...especially children....and with his ingenuity and talent....maybe build an orphanage & hospital for them....and maybe gain some form of respect from society as a great humanist....or something that....

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Welcome to the Lair, Marg.... looks like you have found a place to lurk and Love our Phantom. I loved reading your post, and OMG, last night in the wee hours, I was actually watching Wuthering Heights, and it did strike me many times, the similarities between that story and POTO. Especially Heathcliffe.... who I believe would have been a very great man, had it not been for the early cruelties in his life.

I even noticed some similarities between how Gerry uses his eyes, and how Laurence Olivia used his... also, the dark hair, the side burns, and Olivia's stance was sometimes quite proud. And there is that underlying brushfire of a man's inconsolable passion for a women, that seethes beneath Heathcliffes uneasy control.

That movie needs a fabulous remake, and my son should compose compose the score! With Gerry in the role of Heathcliffe, who do you all see as Cathy?

Swannie

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ME!!! I want to be Cathy! Cause I don't like the Cathy in the book...Tooo weak & wishy washy for me...but that's not how that story is written either....I like Jane Eyre's character a whole lot better..sweet...but anything but weak! Personally I have found it impossible to find an equally as strong and fearless a personality as mine in a guy...I love the confident ego...with the underlying slightly insecure one...but not dull and not the kind that gives up!...Gotta go ladies...Father's Day! My Dad...there's my fearless Hero!...(even tho I know better..he has those little insecurities just like every one else!)......In my alternate ending...Erik realizes that he was destined to have Christine in his life....but she was not his destiny!...She was the catalyst for greater things he would achieve....and Raoul and Christine became his secret Guardians...they help him on his quest to fulfill his true destiny!

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Interesting Debra, I guess I need to read the book again and see just what kind of woman Cathy was. But I am wondering, of today's actresses, who do you see in a remake with Gerry?

What age does she need to be, what body type, what color of hair?

My favorite actress is Kate Winslet... but perhaps she would be considered to old for the role now.

Any other suggestions?

Deb, you are sooooooo blessed to have your dad to spend Father's day with.

Swannie

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'Guardian of the Master's Dreams'

And Willing OCPA Sufferer

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Oh Wuthering Heights has been my fave story for years..to many years to remember I'm afraid...the rebel Marg..the sensible Marg goes for Jane Eyre and happy endings but if Gerry played Heathcliffe....Oh dear lord I have waited and waited for someone to take him on and do him justice...would Gerry take on another tortured soul....hmmm maybe...after Burns yes?....Can you imagine those penetrating eyes looking through layers of dirt and hair in a fire of passion, pain and ferrol anger...I mean real ferrol anger worse then Phanty's for Heathcliffe's lasted longer and his vengance was long and planned, hence everyone's dislike of him. Me I have always been drawn to the outcast, always the last puppy in the litter the person no one ever spoke to and maybe there's something wrong with me to be drawn to such characters but I truly hate evil and evil exists in the most benign situations and Phanty and Healthcliffe are not totally evil and are cabable of redemption and help even if in death with H. Hurt by the one you love...Phanty and Christine and Heathcliffe who I think loved Cathy physically as well and then to loose it, be thrown away as if nothing...boy that could either destroy you or make you insane I think.... both men are survivors but Phanty has the gentler heart..in the movie...not the book and both men are the VICTIMS...always the hunted but so the victims to woman.

You know Andrew Lloyd Webbar comes in here somewhere..I mean he read Le Roux's novel and saw past a thriller to a love story and linked it with his wife Sarah Brightman...and created the Phanty we love with his music. Who is ALW is he Raoul or Phanty the cast out?....hmm I wonder...whatever he is or associates with this story he loves it enough to make a follow up and how will it pan.....Christine and Raoul or Christine and Phanty, whatever it will have a middle if not an end.

Oh can you imagine what Laurence Olivier would have brought to the role if he hadn't have been controlled by the Hollywood system of the 1930's he really would have brought out the true Heathcliffe just as Gerry could, if he wanted to.

Welcome to the Lair, Marg.... looks like you have found a place to lurk and Love our Phantom. I loved reading your post, and OMG, last night in the wee hours, I was actually watching Wuthering Heights, and it did strike me many times, the similarities between that story and POTO. Especially Heathcliffe.... who I believe would have been a very great man, had it not been for the early cruelties in his life.

I even noticed some similarities between how Gerry uses his eyes, and how Laurence Olivia used his... also, the dark hair, the side burns, and Olivia's stance was sometimes quite proud. And there is that underlying brushfire of a man's inconsolable passion for a women, that seethes beneath Heathcliffes uneasy control.

That movie needs a fabulous remake, and my son should compose compose the score! With Gerry in the role of Heathcliffe, who do you all see as Cathy?

Swannie

Swansong GAL: Lady of the Lair,

'Guardian of the Master's Dreams'

And Willing OCPA Sufferer

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Oh Debrasue you big mushy pants with your wonderful endings...and your dad...Oh make the most of him, no one like a girls dad.. I miss mine everyday, he left a hole in my heart when he died and so many years ago, seems like yesterday. Cuddle him and tell him you love him....if he asks why just say because I can dad....

ME!!! I want to be Cathy! Cause I don't like the Cathy in the book...Tooo weak & wishy washy for me...but that's not how that story is written either....I like Jane Eyre's character a whole lot better..sweet...but anything but weak! Personally I have found it impossible to find an equally as strong and fearless a personality as mine in a guy...I love the confident ego...with the underlying slightly insecure one...but not dull and not the kind that gives up!...Gotta go ladies...Father's Day! My Dad...there's my fearless Hero!...(even tho I know better..he has those little insecurities just like every one else!)......In my alternate ending...Erik realizes that he was destined to have Christine in his life....but she was not his destiny!...She was the catalyst for greater things he would achieve....and Raoul and Christine became his secret Guardians...they help him on his quest to fulfill his true destiny!

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Oh toughie Swansong as Gerry would be nearly 40 if he ever had a go at this....almost Mr Rochesters age...so the actress would have to be 25 ish but capable of looking younger and dark and feisty...crikey who..you know I think Justine Waddell would make an excellent Cathy and the Cathy of the book is Heathcliffe when he's not around she's half a person, she say's it, she is is his loving and cruel side and vice versa....she dies to punish him not Lynton for not coming back for her, she's pregnant when he arrives but all her happy persona disappears with his return...only passion and joined spirits exist to the distruction of everyone around them like a pair of walking inferno's they should have been together but hey where would the story be in that ....and written by an innocent..Emily Bronte...blimey do you think she had some kind of undiagnosed problem? a mad genius...which brings us back to Phanty as always....

Now I have to say nite nite ladies, up at 5.30am tom and a twelve hour shift so C U Soon

Interesting Debra, I guess I need to read the book again and see just what kind of woman Cathy was. But I am wondering, of today's actresses, who do you see in a remake with Gerry?

What age does she need to be, what body type, what color of hair?

My favorite actress is Kate Winslet... but perhaps she would be considered to old for the role now.

Any other suggestions?

Deb, you are sooooooo blessed to have your dad to spend Father's day with.

Swannie

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'Guardian of the Master's Dreams'

And Willing OCPA Sufferer

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Hey Swann...I can't see any American actress playing Cathy....I would rather like to see the British talent...and I'm limited in knowlege as to the British female actresses....But someone who can play young and sweet...and then dark and psychotic also...cause that's how Cathy is...just as dark and depressing...vengeful...as Heathcliff at times...For me it's hard to have sympathy for either one of them...because they allow things to happen...and then blame every one...and everything...except themselves...but that's just my take on the story....brooding men are fine...as long as they find the wherewithall to snap out of it! I just don't tolerate that personality....Now Phantom...was always trying to learn and find away to have Christine love him...it wasn't enough just to 'have' her in his life...he wanted her love and acceptance...I believe...and he was willing to find out what it was that she wanted and needed...it was always a learning experience for him....he never settled for brooding...No...he get's busy and writes an Opera!!!....

Hi xmargx!!!! Yeah! Sometimes I wonder about that Bronte gal.....

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Morning Lair Gals, it's disgustingly early in the Uk...and raining, it's NON STOP RAINING at the moment and reading your post Debrasue made me have a flash morning dream of Phanty on the run, flying down the catacombs to collect his secret stash, spare cloak and hat and making his way out of the back sewEr and into foggy Paris to.........Find Christine.......of course...what else.. :cunning:

and opening a library account because you are so right that man had an insatiable appetite for knowlege....hey what else did he have to do everyday in that Lair except learn and play his organ....and on that note, note see music, music I'm not totally asleep and remember I'm suffering MORNING MADNESS I'll go get my breakfast...so Gals if you're asleep when you wake up have a great day and if not and you're still up...

GO TO BED ...it's BL@@@Y LATE.... :cunning:

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so Gals if you're asleep when you wake up have a great day and if not and you're still up...

GO TO BED ...it's BL@@@Y LATE.... :cunning: [/size]

That's exactly where I'm heading..but I HAD to check in here and make a quick post..can't bear to miss out on the happenings here for too long. I wish I had more time..maybe tomorrow at work I'll get a chance to catch up.

Gerry as Heathcliffe?? The very idea makes me light-headed...I have been dying to see him in some kind of period piece/historical romance, with wardrobe and make-up similar to POTO..sans mask, of course. He would be devastating! As for who I'd have playing Cathy...I'll have to give that some thought..yes, she would definitely have to be British..hmmm... *heads off to bed, scratching head*

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