The Andromeda Galaxy

Week One - Keen

A Puppet's Heart

As time went for it's unending travel,

The sun bid the sky, another farewell.

At the entrance to the belvedere of the world,

The puppet waited, for her master's word.

She descended from the sanctum of darkness.

On the golden threads of life,into the brightness.

She bowed and swayed as her strings were pulled

The light of hope,in her beating heart dulled.

Far and wide her fame had traveled.

Yet it was not at glory or gold, that she marveled.

Those kind eyes in the crowd, that saw her bleeding heart,

Was what she searched for , from the start.

Then came a new master, from a faraway land.

Paid in gold and took her strings in hand.

Under the dark clouds, it was her last dance to the old tale.

When she saw him come,walking against the gale.

Inside her , the unseen heart fluttered .

"Do not leave" his trembling lips uttered.

"Take me with you" she wanted to say.

But as fate pulled her strings,all she could do was, turn away.

Keen,