Puppeteer

He enters in the dark
The cold pressing into his body
He has been watching
Seeking out the family through the rain

The puppet master begins
The marionettes begin their act
Scene one, the opening slaughter
The porcelain faces of dolls lined up for the show

The children all asleep in their beds
Dreaming their last dreams
Unknowing their fates
Their sweet faces now covered in red disgust

The white carpet matches the walls now
The scent of rust & gunpowder linger in the air
And now scene two, the misses
While the eyes of his dolls are alive by candle light

He's breathing quiet & smooth now
While she's gasping for air
At the touch of his powdered hands
And he whispers his name as he transforms her

And so begins act three, clean up
He wipes her clean, smiling at her beauty
He had longed to touch her
To breathe in her scent

And the faces of his puppets smile
They watch him work & transform
Once a man & now the Dragon
The color of the walls match the color of his eyes

Act four, games
As he positions his newest characters
He begins to renew
His mind becoming unreachable

Closing act, silence
She was his lamb, he was her slaughter
As she sits on the cold table
She'll have eternity to remember her final moments

Silence
Silence
Silence
And she was his lamb...