This is also from the last couple of scenes in the movie, through Will's POV
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It is twisted back and forth, the pain is searing,
In and out of focus, in and out of life,
Voices and images flash brightly then dimly,
Is this the end? Can it be?
Jack? He holds the knife dangling above "the thump and thump"
Elizabeth? She's screaming and crying, but about what?
The pains continues to sear and makes him gasp for air, something taken for granted every day, but now it's a prize that can not be won.
His eyes continue to dart back and forth in no apparent motion, but then they stop, fixed above on the object that stabbed him, the sword.
The sword that was the beginning and end to all things,
The one he created and then the one that has destroyed him,
No longer can he breathe.
His eyes fluttered closed and he felt something shake him.
Let me be, let me be!
He struggled to open them and there she was, the apple of his eye,
Dear sweet Elizabeth.
She was crying, holding him softly.
Her mouth quivered as she spoke
What was she saying?
It didn't matter, her touch felt so good
If this is so it ends, let be known that she is one that he loves.
As his eyes close and his breath became shallow,
Someone wrenched his cold limp hand and something was placed between his hand,
That something was familiar, the handle of a sword.
He knew he would never make another and that made him sad
If never making a sword made him cry like an old fool then deep in his heart he was crying a river because his new bride whom he loves is now a widow.