I am the writer

Spinning the tale

Of deeds and misfortunes

Of fates that befell

And pray it not you

Or your kin in my haed

For all of my writings

End up as the dead

Caught in my trap

Of untrue misleads

Lies turn to honest

And honesty bleeds

I play puppet master

With they on my string

Who dance when I say to

And of my lies sing