Puppeteer

These wooden eyes serve me well
This painted smile will never tell
Just a trickster just a clown
Severed ties with a tarnished crown
I have instructions upon command
With fluid movement and slight-of-hand
Let kiln-fire heart reanimate
In my shoebox casket I lie and wait
Oh ho ho

I am the shadow I am the host
Puppeteer is my ghost
Oh I – I do these things
It’s just the nature of my strings

An empty vessel will not adhere
Hath no remorse can have no fear
When darkness falls and slumber takes
Drink magic potion and make mistakes
I still remember the giggles and screams
Whittling hopes and chiseling dreams
Now with judgment and loss of pride
In my dungeon cell personified
Oh ho ho