A Guilt So Sharp

On beautiful streets, a lady fair,
Whose beauty shone like moonlight in the air,
But one cruel soul, with envy in his eyes,
Called her ugly, and sealed his own demise.
A dagger sharp did pierce her tender heart,
Yet death could not extinguish her sweet art.
Now as a ghost, she haunts his every thought,
Her beauty lost, but vengeance never sought.
Each night he sleeps, tormented by her face,
Her haunting whispers echo through the space.
For in his guilt and shame he finds no peace,
His soul forever bound to this deceased.
Oh wretched man! What horrors you have wrought,
To slay a beauty that your envy sought.
Now suffer in eternal agony's embrace,
As she forever haunts your cursed place.