Marionette

The deep, darkness blooms
A fresh, inky bruise

Vague eternal chill
Enigmatic ruse

Lord Puppet Master
Quick, follow the lead

Bleak sorrow answers
Overwhelming need

Mend the old stitches
Gather the past stones

Melancholic show
Of grim puppet bones

Clear casket calling
Nail the lid down fast

Illusion chanting
Over puppets cast

String taut and tangled
Perform without "but"

A simple puppet
Stuck in the same rut

A spider's strings
Sway in the cold draft

The sharp scythe alone
Could end this black craft

Bright spotlight dancing
An audience sees

Puppet parade, encore
With nothing to please.

Grey flowers to fly
Curtain call tonight

The box or the door?
Marionette blight