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Puppet Show

2024-07-03

[Verse 1]
The spotlight gleams, the stage is bare,
Save for a jester, perched on a chair.
His painted face, a mask of mirth,
Concealing the void, a barren earth.

[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester dances, his bells a-chime,
A hollow echo, a pantomime.

[Verse 2]
With nimble hands, he weaves a tale,
Of kings and queens, of love and betrayal.
He pulls the strings, his puppets dance,
A tragicomedy, a fateful trance.

[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester dances, his bells a-chime,
A hollow echo, a pantomime.

[Verse 3]
He speaks of love, a tender touch,
Yet feels no warmth, no longing much.
He tells of joy, a happy plight,
But knows no solace, day or night.

[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester dances, his bells a-chime,
His voice a whisper, lost in dawn bell.

[Verse 3]
He speaks of love, a tender touch,
Yet feels no warmth, no longing much.
He tells of joy, a happy plight,
But knows no solace, day or night.

[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester weeps, a silent tear,
His heart a void, a chilling fear.

[Bridge]
The play unfolds, a twisted scene,
A dance of puppets, a jester's dream.
But who controls the puppeteer,
When shadows dance, and truths appear?

[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester falters, his voice grows weak,
A broken toy, a soul unique.

[Outro]
The curtain falls, the lights grow dim,
A haunting echo, a final hymn.
The jester slumps, his play complete,
An empty stage, a void so sweet.

From the author

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