Masked PuppeteerA Poem by forevermore1218
carved out of wood, here I stand
with 5 long strings sewn into each hand dressed up nice in the finest clothes hiding behind a silk curtain of which that flows sparkling blue eyes and sweet red lips shining pale gloss on each of my finger tips smooth blonde curls caress my face waiting for my moment to come out of my polished black case I am a lucky puppet, for so gifted I be always the star of the show with all eyes on me though i may look happy with a smile painted red beneath my porcelain skin is a heart of lead my master approaches me for I must obey every touch his graceful fingers may whisper and say holding me high and giving me grace whilst a dark leather mask covers his face poised in elegance, smoothing his grand tail coat a violinist begins playing her very first note standing before an audience who holds my dance dear so begins the great performance of the masked puppeteer
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Added on September 24, 2012Last Updated on September 24, 2012 Authorforevermore1218Purple Haze , PAAboutHey various writers! Bio: I am an American twenty one year old girl who has been searching FOREVER for a good writing website for my poetry and short stories. I am really excited about meeting yo.. more..Writing
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