Her master guides her.
Making her every move,
her every word, for her.
He laughs as she falls on her face.
As the blood runs into puddles.
As her soul breaks in two,
and floats away.
He slams her into her trunk, her home.
And as she cries he removes her eyes,
as if not to stain his shirt.
As the morning dawns she flees.
Running on splintered feet,
wearing out his grip.
Her last chance,
she cuts her strings.
And becomes another lost marionette.
A contest entry
- Darkness Dwells PIF! by Lost Vampyre Angel.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Wow this is an awesome piece! I really love the the desciptive images that flow along with reading this.
-
good very good I like it....
-
I like this....Its very....morbid but I like it
-
wow this is really good,i love it,
the imagery precieved is really good,
i think the 2 lines that stand out the most are,
"He slams her into her trunk, her home.
And as she cries he removes her eyes"
these are very heartbreaking lines,
Adding your comment:
