He never takes the mantle
Well that's what I originally thought
I now know I'm very wrong
He's the shadow that whispers to the others
Commands that only make him stronger
He's a man in a dark suit and a cane
Standing in the center of it all
The master of puppets
He had no name, but rose to be
The puppeteer
Who's sole purpose is to give it all
To kindle the flames
To link the once fire that burned so brightly
The only question now is,
Will the linking of the flames
Make things better or worst?
With the flames restored, who will rise?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Some Pretty Lame Poetry
Thơ CaPoems that I occasionally write for fun or to express some feelings. These poems are mostly free verses so don't expect any fancy poetry. I will take requests and do my best to meet your requirements. Sincerely, The Lenny
