La. .La. .La

by Juliet   Aug 23, 2007


'La La La' sung the young Puppet as it danced for it's beautiful Master.Her fake black curls swung against her thighs as the music begins and soon dies with a long sigh.
'oh, beautiful, oh beautiful my Puppet!'thee Master cried with a long stride to his little Puppet.
Oh how the Puppet sighed running it's hands around the bare knife.She felt the cold like midnight of a dieing nun oh now she could run.
Now a Tab in the heart it happen quite fast!Her Puppet hand around the silver knife she laughed at him stabbing him more then once for she knew what he was getting and wanted to come more then twice.Oh, how she laughed which making one shudder like leaves in the stormy weather.
Blood shined like a crimson moon around dead body which will be decaying soon.A wolf howled to the half moon speaking of the murderous night for right now many slept tight.
But with the cry all soon will die like the Puppet's Master that very night.
Oh, no the Puppet ran and ran, but didn't get away like fore said no, no, it was caught and hacked with a large Axe.
That was End of that.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Alex

    I sat reading this poem for a good ten minutes, just simply soaking in the beauty of the words. I tried to grasp the hidden meaning, but all of the ones that I could come up with were terrible. I am curious to know if there was something that you were trying to communicate through this...
    It was, as morbid and dark as it was, really elegantly woven together. Great read.