(A/N: I do not own Moulin Rouge, Nicole Kidman, or (unfortunatly) Ewan McGregor. If I did own him he would be tied to a chair while I hug him to death)
The Final Curtain
There was thunderousapplause
as the curtain dimmed.
Garish makeup, flashing lights
All fade to black
as you fall into my arms.
Your breathing becomes shallow
and your skin becomes pale and cold.
Part of me wants to scream
Why? Why is this happening?
You promised me
you'd never leave
come what may.
I fought so hard to save you,
and All for nothing.
You smile weakly as I
break down and weep.
You make me promise to move on with my life
How can I?
You were my life
My inspiration
My joy
My love.
I am slowly dying inside
as I see you struggle
and fight for those last breaths.
And I can only cry
as I watch you, Satine,
my sparkling diamond
die in my arms.