Whispering Tunes To Marionettes (w/adagio)


At twilight as I lay down to rest
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.

But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled cranium won't suffice.
Written by Maeve_Edmonson
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