By: Trickster Kitsune

A/N: This poem just came to me. I don't know where it will go... It's about Muraki and his "puppet".

Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or the characters. If I did own it, I'd hug Tsuzuki and Hisoka forever. Please don't sue.

Pairing: None

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance for your audience,

Your mind.

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance for me,

The one who will decide your fate.

Dance for me,

My dear, fair skinned puppet.

Look into my eyes...

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance for the shadows,

The shadows of your mind.

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance for me,

And I may let you live.

Dance for me,

My green-eyed puppet.

Dance and know your fate...

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance faster now.

A string snaps...

Dance, dance my little puppet.

Dance even faster.

Another string snaps...

A cry of pain...

A gasp for air...

Then silence...

You are dead...

~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N: Now how was that for morbid! Muraki is so fun to play with... ^__^ If you couldn't tell, the "puppet" was Hisoka. I don't know why I picked him... I guess this poem kind of takes place during the three years of Muraki's curse. I guess... Heh...