The Shadow Puppets. By CpSingleton © 2014
Inside the shadows puppets stage,
Dancing like they have no care,
Their features are invisible!
So too the evil smiles they wear.
Oh my, they weave a filthy charade,
Their motives not yet known.
These outsiders of the sun’s bright ray.
So much mischief to atone.
How to catch and capture?
With no solid form to grab.
For you can not hang a shadow
Nor shoot or slice or stab.
One day the light will drown them.
Showing true the form they lack.
Though, what good will that do?
They’ll find yet another way back.