The Puppet Master

faster and faster

my mind races

for i am the master

with many faces



i can mold you

i can shape you

i can hold you

i can break you



you are putty in my hands

you are a porcelain doll

like the hourglass with its sands

i can release you and watch you fall



i am the master

with many faces

i thrive on disaster

i lurk in the smallest of spaces



i can make you cry

i can make you frown

no matter how hard you try

you can never knock me down



i laugh at your pain

i can string you along

what you’ve lost has been my gain

what you hear is now my song



the harvest will come

and you will be mine

just follow my drum

and leave your salvation behind



now that ive got you

there’s no turning back

look up, my peasant, and look at the few

that have escaped me, the ones that i lack



your body a shell

for the demons that await

welcome to hell

your ultimate fate

I love this its tone is deep, dark and menacing....and very cool!! :)

thanks ;) i wrote it in light of the halloween spirit

You accomplished the halloween spirit.
Because...
your poem is scary.. really scary...

thanks nada! that means a lot!