The darkness hangs, dazzling around her
Seeps in quietly into her open pores.
An underestimated foe taking precedence,
Pulling the reins; steering the carriage.
The entity knocked on the door of her heart,
But oh so conivingly skillful was he in this art,
Nothing was denied, nothing left unconquered,
Her face wore a mask of grotesque features.
Her skin, her body; his possession, his silver.
A puppet merely, completely overpowered.
"Dance for the vile, serve your blood to monsters"
A crooked smile, a nod, a wish complied,
A puppet...a puppet in his grasp for all of time.
