The puppets danced round the room, strings pulled by an invisible master, bending and twisting to every will of the control that claimed them

The constant wish of freedom sitting in the back of their mind as they did the bidding of the strings that tied them to their bondage

Emotionless and cold they danced, circling round to the pull of the ties, a darkly beautiful movement taking away their freedom forcing them to dance for the enjoyment of those surrounding their stage

Laughing and smiles surrounding them yet so far away separate from everything around them, nothing but the strings and the stage existing

Placed in a box strings neatly folded dreaming of the day those strings would finally be cut freeing them if this life with freedom flowing around them within the world outside of the stage, the faces finally making sense

The sun, the rain, the cold all feelings the stage couldn't give that had never been felt, all past the strings holding up their limp bodies far from the sensation and feeling of the freedom they craved

too weak to escape without the strings to hold them trapping them within the life of the stage until they splintered to ashes