Solitary days and humble nights

Enchanted

Enchanted
Puppets
And
Strings
Of
Desire

Enchanted puppets created to serve.
Born out of flesh,
their minds were dark,
distorted in a cursed land of pain,
Shadow figures out of twisted confusion.
Used and abused,
just fragile souls,
questioning nothing yet everything in this reality.
Existence with a design,
set in a shrine of repeating sorrows.
The shackles broke as he spoke,
now it is finished.
Addicted to pain and drama,
they languished ignoring the anguish.
Even when they had been set free.
They sought new strings that inflict trauma.
Some were free while others tied their own strings.
They seem to desire these shadow figures.
Yet unknown to them these desires of their will are the strings.
These strings which lead to flames.