*Very short poem about Satine's death. This is my first attempt at Moulin Rouge stuff, and poems for that matter. Please read and review so that my next attempt is better. *

A love was found

A life was lost

A heart was won

Despite the loss

The stage was set

The curtain high

A last painful breath

She left at his side

A quick goodbye

A tearful farewell

Her heart is with him

Wherever he dwell





His sits there still

Now all alone

He remembers the time

Satine called this home



May be continued, not sure now. Please review - love-ends-with-hope