The Puppet Master

A Halloween Sonnet

Alone, I ponder my lost condition

Led astray by the son of perdition

Right or wrong will no longer have meaning

Things that I do, forever demeaning

The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air

Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare

His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize

The veins on his face are filled with his lies

Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level

Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil

The enchanting smile that covers his face

Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace

My will now broken, I have no control

For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul