Silver Star

When I was young and wore a brighter crown my costumes sheathed me like a queen. Fleet Street followed where I walked, sage critics copied when I talked, scripting fancy phrases for my lips. When I was young, before my shadow greyed, my daily exploits wowed the crowds, and every Fairy Princess wore my face. Moguls scattered diamonds at my door, and when I played packed houses every night the people roared, encore! encore! The day my candle flickered Fleet Street crowed at my demise, beneath their scorn my light diminished, but I clung to what was mine. When I was young, I dared to touch the stars. How can I douse the flame she’s fanning when beneath my fear is pride. She treads the boards my golden daughter; she plays packed houses every night and wows the crowd who whoop and holler, for the one and only, Silver Star