Name
Whispers of the Puppeteers Hand
Description
In twilight’s grip, two sisters stand, Deceitful, cruel, a haunting band, Puppets carved with wicked grace, In a realm where shadows trace.
Their eyes, like orbs of crimson red, Reflect the souls they once knew, dead, Strings entwined in patterns tight, Dancing in the eerie light.
Diagonal strokes in cross-hatched dance, Each mark a story, each line a chance, To glimpse the secrets, half-concealed, In a world where truth is revealed.