Just a poem about Christian and the Green Fairy, set after Satine's death. Green Fairy POV. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Enough said.
My, aren't you a sorry sight –
Slumped over in the corner,
All dishevelled and miserable
Pretending that I don't exist
I know why your heart cries, you know
I've known for a long time – long before you did –
That your precious Sparkling Diamond
Was dying
You see, my dear Christian,
I am not only your Green Fairy;
Your smooth-as-satin angel
Used to talk to me
She told me of her illness,
How she couldn't bring herself
To tell you
I came to you that night,
To tell you that your
Satine was dying
If you'd just listened to me,
Perhaps you could have saved her
If you'd just listened . . .
But did you hear me?
Nay, you pretended
That I wasn't there,
That I was just some imagined ghost
One pushes from their mind
Because of you, she is dead
It's all your fault, you know it is
Because of you . . .
To think you still talk with Toulouse
And his bunch of crackpots
Those Bohemian lunatics
That you call friends
What dreadful company you keep
They don't understand you
The way that I do
Don't deny that;
You know it's the truth
They can't make you forget her
But I can . . .
I hear you singing to her at night
Don't be so foolish – stop crying,
You know your tears
Cannot bring her back
But I can make you feel better,
You know I can,
If you'll just let me . . .
Drink up now, my Christian,
Drink up, my dear
I know you can hear me, see me
Don't ignore me
You know I am here
I will always be here . . .