Dancing heavenly high
With whim-
With grim-
The puppeteer
Performs to win
Trembling digits distorts her strings
Giving influence to awry things
Eyes tearfully tainted the bark
Weeping willow,thy native wood
Hollow trunk...
Entangled dread
Heartwood forever dead
A sorrowful puppet split apart...
Constrain!
In vain
Unwanted gain...
Motionless by idol hands
Rendered hapless by strangling strands...
Premature the performance-
Soon severed red
How I dance to be dead
I the molested Marionette...
©Raven
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