The Marionette

If I had lived in Shakespeare's time
My name would appear in plays
Today I'm an actor in a pantomime
fulfilling the utter disgrace

The decadence of the pauper
so appropriatly arrayed
When the lies of the author
becomes true in a masquerade

I ponder though behind the drapes
movements proceed with aim
Radiant silhouettes in decaying shapes
does this marionette have no shame?


(Light ablaze.Smile.I'm on)



Poetry by Lokiane
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 20:41

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Zoya Zaidi
You have a Unique and Charming style.
I like your style!

Welcome to the bay Lokiane.

Love,
Zoya
2006-10-05


David Hazell
You'll be fine. Just string along for the moment. Nice poem.
2006-10-05