Headstones

I brought my lover to be the royal next bride;
Then I ran away, and somehow I died.

My wild husband left me here;
Now he’s the name that thousands cheer!

Went on a honeymoon with my new wife;
Fell off a mountain and lost my life.

Held the boy hostage, over the river;
I was so bad I made most cops quiver!

I was his only son; it was the greatest loss
That they tried and found me guilty, and put me on the cross.

My fiancee’s mother had a grand plan
That fell through when I went to spy on Japan.

Style and rhythm, I had it in spades;
Then I died, a victim of AIDS.

You’ve heard about my memories; don’t mourn.
I’ve been chosen to go to the next layer, and be reborn.

My poor, tormented daughter caused a scene at the prom;
I stabbed her to save her soul, in a fleeting moment of calm.

In the end, Aurora gave me a kiss,
But it’s my cellmate whom I will most miss.

Came back and gave a star as a gift;
The good deed got me to heaven, nice and swift!

I was a young artist, painting was fun;
But I lost my lover, and died at 31.

The summer night gives three smiles, my friend;
As the third one happened, I went to my end.