The Puppeteer.

A grin on his face, twinkle in his eyes,
Fingers manipulating strings of mundane lives,
Intoxicated by the smell of their forlorn souls,
Wooden vessels in his show- Lo and Behold!
"Give up", he laughs, "Don't you dare try escape-
Frozen forever in exhausting smiles, mere slaves to my cape."
Flashing his yellow stained teeth- the sight they most dread,
This must be hell- but they ain't sure they are dead.
Reap their pathetic existence, slash his sickle through their
joy.
Feed their forsaken humanness into a mere wooden toy-
They say they worship their creator- the God of their lands..
But they sure don't realize, they are puppets in his hands.

Reviews

[tanmay7551]

We all are mere puppets under circumstances we tend to surround. Having said that, few of us dare to change things around and only some of them do really succeed. Good write!

[BrynnaW.]

Fantastic! I love your point of view and the creativity you put into this. I remember as a child thinking that we were all puppets, though I never thought of it darkly. I love this take and that you made it just a bit creepy. Well done!

[Darknessmymuse.]

Thank you!!