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The puppet master.
Engraved in acid’s flow,
Your paces are so slow,
When through the Entrance Hall
You walk, my little doll...
And each and every pace
Is filled with deadly grace
And shining through your face
Is: "Tremor to them all!"
Beneath the silk of Blue
Between the False and True
In spite of me and you
You walk on steaming dew
Behind the shadow of my hood my smile is crouching
Concealed in corners of your eyes I tremble, watching
I must admit that crippled years have changed you little
The walls collapse around as you walk in the middle
O! long since gone are any hues of morbid yellow,
My little doll stands so amused among dead fellows
Her lips are twisting in disdain but eyes are gleaming,
Her sting and hands are so bloodstained that they are steaming
My doll -
a savageous idol of love underneath all the beaming!
Committing my crimes,
Correcting my rhymes,
In these treacherous times
Beware!
Unbound and untied
Unclad and unwind
I'm crouching outside -
Not a friend, nor a fiend ….
Step dot Fall
My little doll
Yet too small to grieve them all..
Too small.
