Just a puppet
a lamb for the slaughter,
your strings he pulls
for his amusement.
O how he plays
with the minds of others,
a deformed gentleman
with the intellect of another.
His toys are not so sacred,
mere friends
or so he said.
He manipulates
those for his collection,
just a puppeteer
occasionally an infection.
Author notes
This poem is about Lord Johnathan himself.
Comments
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this is one of my fav. poems of urs.. such imagery u display! great job!
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this was incredible!! Such contrast in my mind...amazingly written. Good job!!
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WOW! Loved the imagery
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