The Puppeteer

Scared from the world alone was he;
With no soul inside to rest in peace.
All those around him, none could see,
The anger in him broiled- but he did cease.




He did try to stand up to the rest
But the human indomitable spirit always pushed him back.
Even when his puppet would do its best,
Its the puppeteer whose threads would slack.




The world being a stage as told by many,
He was never in the shining spotlight.
Digging his grave because he didn't have a single penny,
With only a crumbling future of false hopes in sight.




None understood the beast that consumed him,
For it was none other than his own creation.
This beast had waited for this very moment to trim
The aspirations of it's host to build is own domination.




Giving up all hopes he crumbled and rot
The grave diggers already singing their symphony
But this new force he met inside him fought
The beast to save its viscous integrity




"Oh! Who art thou that wish to protect me?
Me -the one who has no future ahead.
Oh! Who art thou that can possibly see through me,
And all my flaws thou help me shed?"




"Don't worry for thy don't deserve such pain,
But what you seek is really love.
And now that I am here to destroy thine everlasting strain
Soon thine soul will be as free as a dove."




Her voice moved his body, changed his soul,
The puppeteer had now regained control.
Her impact on his disintegrated life already took is toll
For now he became a new man with a brand new role.




Was it her presence that changed who he was?
Or the unconditional love he received from this beauty?
Whatever it were it gave him a cause,
To surpass the rest of this indomitable world and do his duty.




He crushed them all and stood at the very pinnacle
And all could just stand and admire his hardship
But it was because of someone else that this became a spectacle
And for the first time the puppeteer started a threadless relationship.