the puppet master


when the blue moon rises

in the broken October sky

a crooked smile crosses her lips

a tear in unknowing eyes

the puppet master pulls the strings

the puppet seems surprised

she dances in the moonlight

in the yard were graves reside

moving to the masters will

she dances the dance of death

the puppet master works the strings

she dances round and round'

she'll dance until the masters done

and then he'll lay her down

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2018 10:29
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 39
  • User favorite of this poem: Heartwriter.
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  • Frogspoetry


    • willyweed

      glad you liked it. Thanks for reading ww

    • Michael Edwards

      Great write Willy - super read.

      • willyweed

        Thank you Mike I appreciate your reading and comment. ww

      • orchidee

        Oohh spooky ww!

        • willyweed

          Boo! thanks O

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good write ww.

          • willyweed

            Thank you GF. I do appreciate it ww

          • Heartwriter

            I really enjoyed this. I could see her movement by the strings. You gave her life. That's real stuff right there man. So cool!

            • willyweed

              Thank you heart so glad you really get this one. I appreciate the read and comment, ww

              • Heartwriter

                Your welcome

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