Painted Puppets

Painted puppets
wake in the night
black death
takes souls into spinning flight
they pray for vengeful breath

Eyes shut with webs of might
being led
painted puppets laugh with piercing sounds
It shakes and stirs
wicked stench a flow

Grave stone met
kneeling upon my knees
the bloody dagger
cuts my heartstrings
they taunt to come take part

Painted puppets
rule the bitter sky's
I arise cold and dark
transformed in fiery dance

Fearless of painting my new mask
in the sanctuary of tombs
sharp arrows pierce all light
taking the life of my soul
for I am a painted puppet tonight

Smiling with morbid truth

Author's Note

Rough Draft Any feed back will be most helpful, thankyou!

Reviews

[Ted]

Pretty dark and deep. Maybe too deep for me. It kind of takes you away if you really dive into the poem. Not easy to keep reading, but impossible to stop reading it.

[Lacha Young]

Crazy energy and really like your writing. The title connest with the story very well.

[SkinlessFrank]

Yes, these puppets are everywhere, and we fight with ourselves not to become one of them, zombies who rule everything.

[Sarah]

I love it. It is very well writen.nice work

[LinBin]

another well written poem...you write beautifully

[Sleeping Maiden]

Oooo...really dark! How captivating this is. I love it! I like your word choices. It makes it errie and has that chilling effect.. =D I agree with Jazz too, it has that MacBeth and Poe feel to it. =) Very well written! I enjoyed this so much.
Wonderful work!!

[Beth Winter]

Love the sinister feel of this.

[joshua deathdealer]

*claps* I love it. Well done.

[shy wolf]

The rythme and flow of this poem is awsome. I like the way you become the painted puppet in the end, thus the circle of life. Very deep and moving. Thanks for sharring this poem with the world