Akasuna No Sasori

The Scorpion of the Red Sands

He pulls the strings,

'Dance, my loves, dance…'

Their wooden bodies floating gracefully along, held by invisible wings

Silently he sings,

A haunting melody,

And they come to life,

Each held of their own device

'Of the wicked ones,

And tortured souls,

They all come to play,

To watch our dance,

The Devils Dance..'

Drawn by the haunting melody,

He joins their dance,

As if pulled by strings,

The puppet master,

Becomes a graceful puppet, held by invisible wings….