Riddle
A canvas pale with comet flame, My gaze can spark a whispered name.I walk the lines ’tween past and trend,Where country roots and pop blends end.I dress in codes, a hidden thread, A mirrorball above your head.Who am I, in veil and rhyme, Evolving face through shifting time?
Taylor Swift
A voice once high, then deep with age, I grew up fast upon the stage.From purple shoes to ink-stained skin, My battles raged both out and in. A ‘sorry’ sung, a peach confessed, A loyal heart beneath the vest. Who am I, both praised and tried, A headline life I cannot hide?
Justin Bieber