Pupeteer

They spoke sugar-coated words with a serpentine tongue,
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.

They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.

They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled by their gossamer strings.

They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.