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This poem is about love at the Moulin Rouge.

Satine.

A beautiful woman,

a sparkling diamond.

Pale skin, crimson lips, fiery hair.

The most desired woman,

in all of Paris.

Diamonds were her best friend,

she sang the song every night.

She sang to all the lust-hungry men,

all the rich and well off men.

Never falling in love,

never believing in love.

But one fateful night,

as she sang her song,

one man listened.

Christian.

A penniless poet,

looking for sanctuary in the Bohemian world.

He wrote words, it was his life.

he wrote words believing in

Truth…

Beauty…

Freedom…

and above all things…Love.

He saw the Sparkling Diamond,

her beauty surpassing all.

Her voice enchanted the room,

placing a trance over the penniless poet.

He sang a song of love,

and the Sparkling Diamond listened.

Moulin Rouge.

The pit of desire.

Zilder, the leader,

the keeper of the key.

Rich men,

hungry for what the place had to offer.

Diamond Dogs,

lurking in corners,

waiting for new costumers,

waiting to give pleasure.

The main attraction

the Sparkling Diamond.

She was the best,

she was the one all came to see.

Come to the Moulin Rouge,

No rules,

no limits,

no boundaries.

Desire and lust-

the rulers of the underworld.

The Legend.

A courtesan and a penniless poet.

Two unlikely people,

one mistake.

Love overruled.

Satine- Diamonds weren't everything.

Christian- Satine, was everything.

Love and passion raged inside the two lovers,

nothing mattered, as long as they loved one another.

The Duke,

Jealousy and greed was his ally,

as was his money.

Some say that their love is what destroyed them,

but he was the destroyer.

In the end,

the Sparkling Diamond was no more,

the penniless poet- trapped in grief.

A tragic story came to an end,

but the love had only begun.

The penniless poet sat at his typewriter,

Satine echoing in his head,

'Tell our story Christian…I love you.'

Late in the night,

some can see Satine and Christian dancing under the stars,

as some can hear the lovers singing to each other…

Come what may…

I will love you…

Until my dying day.