The Puppet Master

He is your master, you of stranger tastes,

He is your master, you who walk the wastes,

He is your master, and of all pleasure and pain,

If you know only this, know your master’s name.

He is the master, and of cloud and shade,

He is the master, be wise and be afraid,

He is the master of sin, and darker things,

Should he will to do so, he can cut your strings.

He is the master of puppets, in the shadow he dwells,

He is master of puppets, not of heavens but of hells,

He is the master of puppets, and you are only one,

He will not cut your strings until the show is done.

He is the master of those who lie,

He is the master of those who die,

He is the master of the things you do,

You know who you are, and he knows you.

He is your master, he always sees,

He is your master, you must appease,

If you are running you should run faster

But you cannot outrun the Puppet Master.

Unsaid, Unseen, and Underneath

If you should happen, in the dark,

To come upon that fragile spark

That lights in the secret heart of man,

Try to fight it, if you can.

Kiss your family, hold their hands,

Tell them things they won’t understand.

Then lie silent, with the one in your bed

And rely on the night and things unsaid.

If you start to dream of wicked things,

Beware of tugging at your strings.

He may direct what you’re thinking of,

Who you want, and who you love.

Watch the ones that you hold dear,

You have the same thing you should fear.

Watch all things, seen and unseen,

Shadows, and strings, and the in-between.

If you trust too many souls,

Your life is a dam filled with holes,

The secrets will come rushing through,

And there’ll be nothing left between Him and You.

Make your bed and try to sleep,

Try to rest and not to keep

Thinking about the dark and what’s underneath

All the whispers and all the teeth.

Keep the curtains drawn at night,

And all day- draw them tight,

Shut every window, lock all the doors,

And put heavy rugs on all your floors.

Wrap the windows round with wires,

Beware all ye with strange desires,

For they’re coming, yes, for all of you,

All you secrets and your lover’s, too.

Beware the shades of the nowhere lands,

And the one who has nowhere to stand,

For he always runs, he’s running here-

Beware the Master Puppeteer.