| Marionettes Reality . Marionette gather your strings, slipped from the puppeteers grasp... at long last... quietly now, move center stage... creeping from the darkened mind of the puppeteer... the curtains neither closed nor shut this time... the light dose dance just here... for you, not the puppeteer. The Curtin call one and all... marionettes hall of webs... caught in time, her love danced the line... such a long time. Curtain crashing down not a single sound just the never ending silence once marionette to pay this way now.... just a game she wont play. So very sad this day puppeteer my dear... your heart forever twisted ever near puppeteer I fear you'll ever be... in the wings of my stage haunting... .......taunting me the man I thought Id seen... was the man you long to be, marionette strings in hand... she thought she needed you to dance, to make the perfect bow, but the puppeteer ....is only ........his own puppet... dancing in time with the rhythm of fear driven deep into his mind... Marionettes reality, puppeteer receding in fear marionette stands alone, as always... dancing blindly eyes closed a classic piece ~ Rain © cls 2003 |
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