The Phantom approaches his dark sockets staring,
he points a finger daring,
The Vicomte to draw his saber sheathed from slashing.
Christine pleads close to sobbing,
unable to bear the thought of her lover dying.
A threat is all, a warning of what is to come,
a flash and a puff of smoke are all that’s left when he’s gone.
Day 3 was suggested by another coworker, this time Will. While the phantom as a prompt was kind of vague, I couldn’t help but to think of arguably the best scene of the play/movies during the masquerade ball where Eric the Phantom is dressed as The Red Death.