Disclaimer: Baz Luhrman the talented owns Moulin Rouge, not I. Aww...what a terrible shame.
A/N- I've never written any MR fics before this, and this is my brave and foolish first attempt! Cheers!
"I Still Need You"Alone and cold, I reflect upon you
Satine, the diamond; the light of my dark life
Your bottomless blue eyes drawing me inward in my thoughts,
I think I might fall into Hell
I need you, don't go
He paid; he took you
The Duke owned the Moulin Rouge, and you were next
But I needed you, Satine
I always needed you with me
Did you need me?
You go into the darkness and I feel the warmth fading from your body
Good-bye, Satine
It's too late; there's not time to live and love
But, there is always time to die and despise
Terrible that our love was destroyed by a man and the icy grip of consumption
Satine, I say farewell,
But I still need you by my side.