A feminine fatal, with challenging eyes,
Wanted to be, with all her heart, a star.
She dreamed, each night, of the screams of fans
As she'd play her heart out to that imaginary audience.
Her dreams were cut short, very.
On the day she played for the first time,
Her strings of her guitar in perfect harmony
An unfortunate accident befell the girl.
Death found its way into this child,
Took hold of her heart and stopped it.
As her spirit left her body,
Her soul screamed in furry.
Her desire had been ripped from her,
And she blamed the world.
Swearing and cursing, she refused to pass on,
And instead, remained as a specter of this world.
She was allowed to keep her guitar,
Her one treasured momentum of her shortened life.
Holding it up into the sky, she vowed
"They will remember my name