The early days of silent films
were formed upon the molds
of challenges and manic days
of hardships and much gold
The silent screen became the rage
as workers flocked to halls
to find relief from sweaty chores
drawn to the siren's call
Of ladies covered with bright gems
eyes blackened with dark soot
escaping from the clutches of
rough villains oft afoot
She was a girl with hungry eyes
a beauty lithe with charm
a vamp she was who lured the champ
who soon would buy the farm
They claimed she rose from desert sands
and shadows of the Sphinx
she spoke of secret mysteries
and earned a lot of minks
Although no part of that was true
her legend stands today
she helped to form a Hollywood
that still can hold some sway
The early days of silent films
were formed upon the molds
of challenges and manic days
of hardships and much gold.
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