Isle of Dolls

Antique Children, Ivory Skin
Marble gaze on Horizons
Frozen bodies, Icy smiles
to appease an innocent soul
taken by fates unknown
to haunt the isle of dolls

Seclusion he seeks for eternity
Isolation to give him serenity
But on the Isle another waits
asleep under freezing water
He finds her with two children
all three are still as stone
He picks up the two and tells them
I promise to take you home

At night a storm Awakens him
lashing winds carry a voice
"give my children brothers and sisters in this you have no choice!"
The man begs only freedom to leave him in peace alone
the rain thickens and raises the river to lap against his home
He signs his soul over and abruptly the storm ceases
Four glass eyes stare without judgement or merciful forgiveness

Hang them up by string or wire, nail them to the trees
no limbs are wasted they'll also hang never to be free
Porcelain, plastic, bone, wood, leather, rubber and wax
No discrimination on the isle of dolls
No-one ever goes back

The storm came again to find him, to scream her vengeance clear
"What've you done to my children, all maimed and hung and feared?"
The man stood in silence, no longer to be her slave
As the river crept into his house and hollowed out his grave
The wind raged around him and water snaked ever near
as curses were flung upon him, but he did not care to hear
Drowned in the same river, choked by anger and death
Four glass eyes stared without mercy and yet none of them drew breath

Hang them up by string or wire, nail them to the trees
no limbs are wasted they'll also hang never to be free
Porcelain, plastic, bone, wood, leather, rubber and wax
No discrimination on the isle of dolls
No-one ever goes back



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-03-10 at 01:28

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