Puppet

There they wait upon the shelves

some standing, some sitting

Their antique faces crafted by the loving hands of by gone toy makers.

Their glass eyes that follow your every move

watching from their perches up on high

smiling faces with eerie, soulless glass eyes.

Look upon the stage, see them hanging from hooks

their lifeless bodies waiting to preform once again

yet they are still preforming nothing at all

but their stories would chill you to the bone

for some have seen success and others have seen such tragedy

their masters that once taught them of beauty and love

but their masters are now long here

lost to the years forgotten and now this figures stands gathering dust.

So they hang on their hooks and wait on their shelves

waiting and watching from glassy soulless eyes

for the next puppet master to tell their haunting tales.