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~ Shadow Puppet ~

Thick, tar-like black strings
Creep up and
Attach themselves
To the shadows
He's cultivated
Within his own
Soul.

He lets it consume him,
That darkness of his own,
Which, in turn, allows
Those strings to take control.

He pines and he blames and he aches.
It just hurts,
That the person he curses,
And the one that he wants,
Fight to return him to their side.

Both of them still think of him as their friend,
Refusing to believe he's accepted the strings,
And become a puppet of rage,
A bringer of destruction,
Of his own volition.

~oOo~