Puppets and Masters

There are those who dwell in the shadows...

...Remnants of daylight has fallen 

and the crows heaved a light blackened
Putting forth 
dark lords of the night
In their hands pulling the strings
Fear engulfs the lands and 
no one dared
forcing each breath to

be sold
for a gold
and the bold left out in the cold

Puppets feast upon the fallen
Whilst men hope not for a dead end
The devil's laugh 
fills the twilight
They devour whatever he brings
Soulless... 
and they never really cared
for they've been blinded and

told 
to behold
all the gold our pockets can hold...

Mek
Dec08