So indeed this is the end of the road
The beautiful morning rose has lost its fragrance
Lost its color and left to wither
The wailing child will never see her mother
Snatched by the jugulars of death
The sun will no longer spread its shine
Eclipsed and consumed by the dark around it
The curtains fell off
And the stage once dominated by a colossus
Leaves its actor striped and naked
A life treaded on a blossoming path
Is plucked in the nick of time and
Now rots in the embers of six feet below earth…
Adieu….Natasha Richardson.
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