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I opened this expecting it to be the usual poem-that-is-good-but-not-brilliant, and wow did I gasp. It's an original idea, and I haven't seen many of them around lately.
It's really good.
Agreed it is a bit freaky, reminds me of a story I once read. But it's fresh and new, and the only reason it's 'freaky' is because it is out of the ordinary.
Brilliant
Britz
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Puppet Master
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Dear Puppet Master,
You have me Strung,
You've rendered my limbs,
And robbed my tongue;
You've stolen my sweet innocence,
I'm your porcelain sin.
Your weathered hands
Dangle my daintily
From your mingled...
strands;
I'm a lost soul,
Yours to control.
I dance and prance
Amongst the monasteries
Of your twisted mind,
Neath a darkened visage
Infernal eyes glare,
Harboring an icy passion;
I've become brandished inside,
Light fades from my vision,
All fades into a mirage.
You've subjected me into submissive terms,
But head my words the tables will turn.
For now without giving fret
I shall linger here from your wicked marionette