Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose

Beware The Seven

Beware the seven

Sometimes we seem sweet
Sometimes brutal and cruel

But this is the world we live in
And it's in this one, we rule

You dont always realise it's happening. You think the thoughts are your own.

The way we pull and push your strings will always be unknown

Sometimes we hide in the darkness. Hidden in the veil of black.

But often we're right in front of you. Smiling as we attack.

As puppets you continue to believe that the desperation is just a sudden surprise

You dont know that we control you, even as you look in our eyes.

Rarely you get quite clever. And come to know how powerful we be.

Although you watch as we play our games, You very rarely see.

We pull your strings and we tap your brains until you're the person we want the most.

Your body is pretty and often used, but it is now only a host.

Inside, you are ours. You belong to us, in ways you could only dream.

You reach a new level and think yourself proud as you let your soul be seen.

As puppet masters we'll snatch at the offer, twisting until you sin.

You may think you're strong, but we're almighty and eventually you'll let us in.

You are the prettiest, little possession....

Beware the seven.