he'd never forget
his marionette
pure innocence
through and through
in her dress
of blue so fragile
so sweet
never dreamed she'd meet
such a man who seemed
more wonderful than
prince charming
and he was disarming
while he tried to gain control
of her very soul

she'd been told to leave a light on
in the dark of night but
drawn to the shadows
that played in moonlight
she blew out the candle of safety and
she put her untouched hand into his hand
as he took her to his home
and wrote her a poem
where he lived with the wasp and the spider
he tried her patience
but he persevered
he seduced her then refused her
then induced her till she begged

too late for her to learn to walk
away from the talk in the puppeteer's mouth
as he lowered the strings
down into his hole
he had possession of her broken soul