She saw no light, she was agonizing
She never hoped or expected anything
She just worked, just offered
everything to every Puppeteer ...
Broken legs, cut wings
An aura of bitter melancholy was bathing her
Her wooden broken heart would revolt never.
She was the prey
Of any professional artist
Of any fairy tale.
she thought she was Born a Queen once ...
Beautiful on the stage
as she was attempting an Artistic dance
A fatal movement of her artist and
The rope broke irreversibly
Nothing was holding her anymore...
Blame neither him nor her
Destiny wrote that their common show
Would be their last masterful interplay
She finished up here ... as many other things finish.
It was not important anymore
even to meet each other again.
The puppet looked up
No hope at all, she was agonizing broken...
