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Amaranthine Girl - Amy Winehouse
Written: December 30, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tom Woody |
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I chose {Amy Winehouse} as the tragic figure to honor: brilliant, gregarious, recalcitrant, luminous, and undone by the fire that made her unforgettable.
Amaranthine Girl (A Tribute Song)
You walked the stage in chiaroscuro light,
a chatoyant soul who prowled through every night;
your voice—limpid velvet with a wisteria ache—
could rake the sky mist clean with every note you’d hold.
Behind the winsome grin, the weltschmerz took its claim,
your threadbare heart still doggedness in flame;
and though the world adored your sacrosanct refrain,
You bore a burden no applause could ever tame.
(chorus)
Oh, amaranthine girl, you sang beyond the pain,
Your luster never wilted in the dismal rain;
Though hubris and the hecatomb kept pulling you apart,
Your song remains ubiquitous—engraved in every heart.
Verse 2
You wore no tiara, yet you ruled the smoky bars,
a viceroy of sorrow underneath the broken stars;
your laughter—genteel, gamesome—masked the acrimony,
an erroneous joy and grief in faultless harmony.
You tried to evanesce the ache that writhed inside,
but fame can be a fickle, inimical tide;
and though your muliebrity shone bright through every fall,
The foofaraw around you built a Barmecidal wall.
(Chorus)
Oh, amaranthine girl, you sang beyond the pain,
Your luster never wilted in the dismal rain;
Though hubris and the hecatomb kept pulling you apart,
Your song remains ubiquitous—engraved in every heart.
(Bridge)
Spasmodically, the cameras flashed, officious in their chase,
Their meretricious palaver tried to strip away your grace;
Yet even as the world grew loud, your voice stayed halcyon,
a sanctity of truth no blatherskite could prey upon.
And when the final cloudscape dimmed, your light did not evanesce—
It lingers redolent in time, a sacred catharsis.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, amaranthine girl, though the night reclaimed your flame,
your melody still rises—never ossified by shame;
and yonder in the quiet, where the sky and sorrow break,
Your song keeps beating unabated in the world’s collective heart.
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