ShinobiKnight18

The Demoralized Marionette Blank white lies the silent field, Like a paper splattered by the dark figures, A pathless page of ghosts and shadows, Leading up to the only hill With its haunting dead tree; Its fingers so proudly wear jewels of ropes and hooks, And its feet wraps and wriggles skulls beneath, With no longer a spirit, nor A watching fiend, The crows rest and caw on The broken tree, And the poor demoralized marionette, Step by step his traces deleted, But yet his strings still attached And his confidence defeated, He began to see the cycle He had never completed, Will come to an end if his life depleted, On which he will come