Film and photos from 62, Marilyn's Final Act,
Like Jim she was done away with.

In the shimmering spotlight, she stood alone,
A diamond in the glittering crown of fame,
Her whispers woven with secrets unknown,
Affairs with power etched in history's name.

A birthday song for a President sung,
In front of the world, she boldly dared,
But the whispers grew, and the tension stung,
In the end, her heart was left ensnared.

From the heights of love, she tumbled down,
Into the arms of a brother's embrace,
But shadows followed, a looming frown,
As he too vanished, leaving a trace.

The studio lights grew harsh and cold,
As Fox turned away, their star left to fade,
In solitude, her story retold,
A tragic icon, by the world betrayed.

In her final days, lost and forlorn,
A comet burning bright, then gone,
Marilyn's light, forever mourned,
A legend's tale, a silent song.