A Marionette Doused In Black - continuance prosettic

[Annette Red]

((Respond in Poetic Layout with a continuation of the theme))

"A Marionette Doused In Black"

Blind she carried to cater to the greatest sights ever disposed
In pain she wrought to reap of the loneliest havens of all time
Diving into the dark she twirled around any world her fingers could grasp
Lost, taken or stolen away, they awaited no judgement to pass
And she wrote them libraries to take their wings away, still on their backs
She made the merciless in divine, and divided the mercy for the time
Spent charade of endless card games, she danced
Blind and in line, deaf and in tune; in pain and delousing all the way.

Her scales rest dark, her eyes gleam in shades of brilliant and clever-played
No one stopped to hear her mutterings, under her breath all they wanted to hear
She sang to the song and fed it her lungs, 'till no singing left in her
Sidewise silent they regarded her alone - such a riveting story of soliloquy
They touched her genius and pondered at her extensive wings as she muttered face values
And caught by her sway, regarded her a right; no one seek my mind tonight
Made in the image of the fiend that guards, devouring its own dangers
You can't help but feel protected when you cuddle under her expanse

Everyone mouths a confusion, not one loses sight of their own interest
And how does her speech embroider so many avenues
The sunshine takes away the glare of her frosted white skin
And echoes the sentiments of her devil-fed smile on farces withheld
To simmer in the backwind, they say she cuts her hair herself
They tell her silent nights are broken by whispers of foreign tongues
What does she speak in homage to her pillow by those busy nights
When all alone does she spend no time before the mirror

Blind she crossed the threshold to activate the shimmerings of hope
Alone she left to the temples of the ascounded and absconded
Uttering songs under her breath of the distant hills, and mysticism
With that North-Southern accent rippling out from her full-cue lips
Such a young mind with such an aged subject to decree
Does she ever cry with her life in ruins in her hands
No one gets why she gets the world partner to her differences
But dancing blind she scaffolds the weight of lightless dreams

 

[Impish Lolita]

((I really want to help you with this))

Echoing The View Of A Marioette

She sits alone, doused in the light of a crumbling world
By mind so distant, by work so tangible; but unseen
And seen she casts a different glare, something wondrous

You take a taste and wither for more
You douse a modest dosage and long to know why
Captivating tongue taking for the mark
She laughs, and you want her laughter to be for you.

Her eloquence captivates by the spin of your heart
The threads dance and you long to hear her alright,
But somewhere you know she's in agony
And somewhere you know that this can't be

Her taste spreads an open mind from paltry beginnings
And you know you couldn't have found this place on your own
So you raise your glass to her, and you hope she notices

What a beautiful day to be born again
Letters sing themselves to your bed for sleep
And the dance is elaborate and welcoming to you

You take one look, just one look at her piercing eyes
Wonder if she's somewhere else altogether
And when she opens her mouth from that distant world
You long to be there too, you long to find what she's seen

Automatic convert on the brim of everything it's known
Already turning spin-deck playing songs of her strange home
You wonder can it be this way, can I make my way to her
To see these worlds she's written all about.