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Puppet Master.

Poetry By: MysteryGirlRobyyn
Poetry



A crappy poem I write whilst bored in a class at school.


Submitted:Sep 23, 2010    Reads: 188    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Puppet Master 14-9-10

Avenge me as my mind and soul,

Eyes of crimson & hair black as coal.

We played the game but we lost,

The price of our lives was the sickening cost.

We knew we'd lose but we played still.

The loss we stated was our own kill.

Dead; Mad as a raging storm.

So I know seek only to be reborn.

So I'll use you to get what I want,

You're my doll & I'm your haunt.

I'll make you hold a sacred promise,

And this promise will plunge you in to abyss.

I'll use you to my powers advance,

I can make you sing, make you dance.

I'll control you with my magic.

The feeling of it will leave you sick.

I am what they call a spell caster,

Here I am; your puppet master.





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