The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master short poem

Uploaded by Richard Cronin

the blue moon rises
in the broken October sky

a crooked smile crosses her face
a tear in un-knowing eyes

the puppet master pulls the strings
the puppet seems surprised

she dances in the moonlight
in the yard where graves reside

her tears fall like rain
her tears seep into the ground

the puppet master pulls the strings
she dances round and round

she’ll dance until the masters done
and then he’ll lay her down

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