They called him the puppet master.
But he's more a magician.
The master of disaster.
Seeker of souls.
He wears a grim face with no expression.
People travel from afar just to see his famous show.
Little do they know.
From every audience one is picked to help with a trick.
"A small part" he will say. "You shall be a star for the day."
The real payment for their minute of fame on his stage.
Is to forever lose their life.
For you see the magic he knows is black, once he has your body you shall never get it back.
You will forever become a puppet made to dance upon a stage.
No mouth to speak of your rage.
Silenced cries.
Just staring button eyes.
Trapped in a body suspended with string.
The puppet master so elegantly begins to sing.
"Welcome to the worlds only life size puppet show!"
The puppets paraded in.
Commanded to dance.
They twirl and prance.
The audience entranced as they begin their dance.
Prancing to and fro.
The puppet master takes a bow.
He dramatically speaks of the miraculous tricks yet to come.
The magic box.
The disappearing act.
Before the show is done.
A new victim will be picked.
Turned into a puppet.
Tricked into becoming a prisoner.
Their soul locked away in limp stuffed decomposing skin.
Stitched up limp like rags.
Legs removed.
Only vague staring button eyes.
Trapped in disguise of a puppet.
His sick twisted ways.
When the puppets become to worn and old.
When the string no longer holds them up properly.
In the fire they go.
The smell of singed skin and hair.
The stench, permeates the air.
The puppet master regally stands.
Commanding people to come.
Little do they know.
He steals your soul for the show.
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