In shadows draped, she roams the halls,

A phantom veiled in mystery's thralls.

Whispers weave through the opera's lore,

A haunting tale from days of yore.

Beneath the mask, a heart does beat,

With longing, sorrow, and secrets deep.

Her presence casts a spectral hue,

In echoes old, a timeless view.

Upon the canvas, her visage glows,

A portrait of longing, in darkness it shows.

Notes of passion, a melody's grace,

Captured in strokes, her hidden face.

The Phantom's tale, a timeless art,

Painted with love, from a distant heart.

In every stroke, her spirit's dance,

A masterpiece born of romance's trance.

So let the colors sing and soar,

In homage to the phantom's lore.

For in each brushstroke, her tale is told,

A painting of passion, timeless and bold.