Welcome to The Puppet Show

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Welcome to the Puppet Show.

Submitted: August 25, 2010

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August 24, 2010
A Conceit
The Puppet Show
 
 
Welcome to the Puppet Show,
Twisting darkness surrounds me.
The light appears along with fresh snow;
And I am released from my box of shadowy ebony.
I look around to see his hands,
A cold reminder of these dark and tragic lands.
 
I watch the cold landscape move;
Unlike my china body, my heart feels a chill.
I see my friends and disapprove;
An icy hand sends, through me, a thrill.
I look on them, for they are free.
They are free, unlike me.
 
A rush of air covers my limbs,
As I descend on slender thread.
I halt, and dance to my master’s whims,
My tired look, my eyes have bled,
Because of tragedy so great,
I can do nothing but recreate.
 
I was a lad, of a mere sixteen,
When a man and woman appeared.
They came to see me,
But when they came, they sneered,
For I was someone that they doubted and feared.
So they took me by secret, and kept me from cheer.
 
They sewed me up,
And made me a doll of porcelain glass.
I could not eat or drink from God’s cup.
And in the end I was treated like a toy in the grass.
So every day I dance, waiting for one to set me free,
From the two people that have imprisoned me.
 
I may be cold and coarse.
I may be a marionette to the whims of my masters,
But in order to free me, go to the source.
Those horrid puppeteers that hold my disasters.
I hope you can free me, but this you must know,
Welcome, to the Puppet Show.


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