The Devil’s Marionette

A horrid beast in a puppet’s guise

Dancing jerkily to a tune unsung,

Young children watch with virgin eyes

As the marionette came undone

No silver strings were left on he

Whose limbs became utterly pliant,

And for all the audience who could see

The marionette became defiant

He screamed and roared so terribly

That eardrums began to bleed,

He stomped and shrieked so horribly

And gave his audience no heed

His burnt red skin was sweating blood

And the garbs he wore were torn,

His eyes were brown as dirty mud

And his voice a voluble bass horn

The room became a chasm of hell

As the heat arose and the children cried;

The room became a prison cell

As the captives let go of their pride

The marionette stabbed his victims,

Intrigued by how many would die;

The light in the room gradually dims

As he screeches out another cry

Then silence came as the last kid was slain,

And the Devil’s marionette reattached his strings;

What happened in that room became suddenly plain

When only a week later the same thing happened again.