A crooked smile crosses a hungry eye
A proud tear flows down a struggling mind.
It\'s the Master who pulls the strings of his rapturous puppet
It\'s the puppet that seems content with his mindless master.
Valentine dances under the moon light
in the yard where life has the fate of a suicide.
Moving to her Master\'s will
She dances a non stop dance,a dance with skill
Her body half veiled in black
Soaking into the hands of a desperate man.....