Puppet Halo

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Puppet - Poem by Puppet Halo

Tattered dress beauty in the flesh,
Broken bones shattered innocence,
Weak limbs and a crooked smile
She’s a lovely doll on strings
Her puppet master makes her sing
No longer in white
A halo, alas falls and shatters like glass
Feathers of the pure, fall,
Fall to the cot where she lay
Her angelic songs once so sweet,
Screech to a tone that causes sorrow in its beat
As this puppet wonders,
Will she make it to the morrow?
The puppet master does his will
Moving fast the puppet cries at last
His anger no longer thrives,
As he begs to look in to her once perfect eyes.
The puppet only a tool,
Once so clean, once so pure,
Lays in her cot, soiled and dingy
Waiting for her strings to be cut
And as she bleeds from the last thrust
She sees the white illuminating light
As the master of the sky takes her to a brighter death
And as she watches with her last unpleasant breath
Tattered, warn, broken, and hurt she finds her place amongst the worth.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010



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