Beneath The Willow
"Christian, we have to end it," she stated softly, as if it would help the blow for him at all. "I'm going with the Duke. We're leaving tonight after the performance."
She turned on her heel quickly and strode to the door. Christian stood staring after her transfixed. His mind had temporarily shut down. He didn't even call out to her or run after when she left him.
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
Christian sat blankly staring at the typewriter across his room. His eyes were glazed, but they still had an eery aspect to him. Mechanically, he reached across the table in front of him and grabbed a bottle of hard liqour. Ignoring the need for a glass, he took a sip directly out of the bottle.
"Satine…" he murmured sadly.
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Slamming the door behind him and hearing it rattle, Christian made a mad dash to his dresser by his bedside. He fumbled through the top drawer until him came to what he was looking for. It shined slightly in the moonlight. He had had enough of living without her. He couldn't do it anymore…
Quickly, he scribbled a note and laid down on the bed, face down.
Christian took the gun's barrel up to the side of his head and shot himself.
Until the night:
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
Toulouse knocked on the door timidly. "Christian?" he called. "Christian are you there?" No answer. "He probably is still dead drunk," he mumbled to himself, opening the unlocked door.
"Christian where are—." He cut off abrubtly and gasped in horror.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Toulouse walked over to Christian. In his hand he saw a note. He gently pried it loose from the deadman. It said quite simply, "I'll love her till I die."
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
The ceremony had been a small one. There hadn't been much money to spend, considering he had never published any one of his works. The Moulin Rouge had ripped the poor boy off for his beautiful musical "Spectacular, Spectacular."
Toulouse stayed behind the rest, watching as the gravediggers poored dirt on to Christian's coffin. The wind started up, blowing the willow tree's branches. Finally, the dwarf walked away, heading back towards his small apartment. He had a letter to write.
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Satine ran to her drawer and pulled out the picture she had of her beloved and the note. She walked over to her bed and sat down reading the horrible note again. "Christian is dead." It stated quite plainly. She shook her head. Still after years she couldn't accept it. He couldn't be dead.
She reached for a whisky bottle on her bedside table and poored a glass. She put the liqour up to her lips and drank the whole thing. It was going to be a long night…
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling, then turned around and looked to her side where his picture lay. Gently, she stroked it, wishing it wasn't just a picture.
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Feeling desperate and drunk enough, Satine opened the drawer and grabbed the item she was looking for. It gleamed against the dim candle light. She rolled on her stomach and grasped for his picture, holding it tight. And then she put the gun up to her head and pulled the trigger.
Until the night:
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
The letter had said one more thing. "I'll be coming up there soon to take you to his grave site. I think you will want to see it."
Toulouse knocked gently on Satine's door. "Satine?" he called.
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
The service was small again, since after Satine had found out Christian was dead she had fled from the Duke. The willow tree's branches moved with the wind.
Toulouse slowly walked away a grim smile on his face.
At least now they were together again…
We laid her next to him beneath the willow La la la la la la la
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
The End.
