Puppet King

He spoke in an enamoured voice

Seduced by the beauty of its sound,

The perfect phrase, the most apt choice,

Astonished all who gathered round

To hear pronounced a world to be

Born from a clear and fertile mind

That bordered on infinity.

Why then did our suspicions rise

When he spoke as oracle

Regarding us with steadfast eyes

Presenting us the miracle

Of all his visionary sight.

Why then did we not weep and pray

And cry out for the heart’s delight,

“He is the guide upon our way

Who shall deliver us from night.

He brings the knowledge we have sought,

Should we not bow down kneel and adore

In gratitude for the light he brought?”

He cautions us to doubt no more,

For his the wisdom from a height

No mortal ever scaled before,

Master of all good and right

If only we obey his will

And to his master-plan accede

Fulfilling his voracious need.