A Greek nymph, cursed by Hera, loved the greatest narcissist of the era. Her love was unrequited, struck with grief she withered. Her voice remained, for all to hear her.

A half-baked project of the glass you look through, Accessory of the richest who are decked. If you think it's in Monopoly, you'd just be a fool, A victim of most famous Mandela Effect.

I carry kings yet wear no crown. I race the wind but own no ground. In battle I thunder, in fields I roam. With iron on feet, the road is my home. What am I?

The base is my wingman. I didn’t get electrified until the nineteen thirties. Typically six strings that are strummed or plucked. What a fender bender, a famous maker didn’t even learn to play me.

I'm sought by all, or at least most that don't know better, I represent power, but in a way I'm a scarlet letter, Obviously a positive one, but the isolation feels the same, you'd agree, According to Shakespeare, heavy is the head that wears me