Voodoo Princess, Here Lies Your Marionette - Poem by Daegal
So sad, as you lift me down from the shelf,
As thunder batters the thick walls throughout.
My eyes were turned to stitches, a sinner
Sheathed in human skin, a puppet on a
Cord made from bloodied sinews and silken
Tears. So sad, that a skeleton dressed in
Dreams, while the winds whipped through your chambers.
Inspired to tears from ev’ry new day,
You collected them all to drown me with,
I know the black candles you burned me on
Were false, as ev’ry puppet loses a
Heart, my soul was left to feeling. My sweet
Mistress, spare me, you know not what you do.
With seven silver barbs you nail me to
My coffin lid, one for each hand, foot and
Knee. The last driven through my mouth so that
My bubbled, slurred converse can never be
Discerned. I wanted it this way, magic
Lies did dictate me, my ritual made
Willing for I know content will creep ‘cross
Your eyes, and the sweetest laugh would keep me
From loneliness in my unshriven tomb,
And numb, my restless spirit knows you will smile on.
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