A PUPPET NO MORE by Kristin
I was the puppet
She the puppeteer
She held my strings
Which no one could see
A puppet no more
My stage was the planet
The backdrop was set
The play had begun
Destruction was the theme
A puppet no more
She played her song
I danced to her beat
The rhythm was death
I danced in blood
A puppet no more
But another then entered
He played his own song
His rhythm was vengeance
My blood his goal
A puppet no more
We danced to a new beat
Hatred guided our feet
The rhythm was swords clashing
Sparks lit up the night
A puppet no more
But fate was not on my side
With one last thrust
He severed my ties
The world darkened around me
A puppet no more
My life has ended
I leave this world
My strings are cut
The darkness embraces me
I am a puppet…no more
Authors notes: Well, here it is, my first poem. I've never written one before so I hope its ok.
I have no clue what possessed me to write this. Oh, well. Hope you
Enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!