This is my second story on this site. I originally wrote this for my English class. I am a proud Carlotta supporter. You phans will not change that. Oh and review if you don't mind.

Prima

Cheers,

Claps,

All she hears,

No jeers,

Sneers,

Or slaps.

Singing is her life,

She couldn't be a wife,

Since that would ruin,

Her career.

She lived off her fame,

Of her name,

Nothing could be the same.

The thrill,

Of the song,

It had lasted so long,

Now it's a swan song.

Fame is past,

It couldn't last,

She knew this.

Cracked voice,

Left no choice,

Dead to the world.

Fame corrupts,

Fame ruins,

Fame kills.

This is the lesson,

Of the great,

And powerful,

Prima donna.

Some say the,

Rich and famous,

Are evil,

But not I.

After all,

What is a fairytale,

Without the belle,

Of the ball?

End