Fantoccini Poem by Sheri Green

Often have I prayed for your shadow to depart
Your cold shade, the very bane of my heart
It is my soul you have trapped in your hand
And your crushing grip is more than I can stand

I lie entangled in a world that sits between times
Lost to a love that only exists in my mind
Forced to dance in this ghostly masquerade
Nothing more then your reluctant puppet slave

And so I slowly fade beneath the poisoned skies
Feeling lonely, my soul having died