• Twirling, dancing, Piourette,
    a checker-board marionette
    dangles from an unseen hand,
    heeding each unheard command.
    Just a tool,
    this checkered fool;
    to bring a smile
    while all the while
    smiling not inside:
    an empty heart she hides.
    Wood and cloth;
    fire and moth...
    nothing is forever;
    A soul is always severed.
    So on she'll dance
    a lifeless trance,
    'till masters hands grow cold and dry...
    ... a puppet without strings will die.