Tide of The Marionette

The original version of Tide of The Marionette has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Tide of The Marionette

Listen to Distant Future by Afterift

Without a reason to be
He fell limp
No strings attached
Heartbeats mismatched
Within his cracked reflection

Without a reason to be
He fell limp
No strings attached
Heartbeats mismatched
Within his cracked reflection

Without a clear direction
He felt desperately frail
Of willingness bereft
Cleft silhouette casting no trail
Each movement was laboured
To rack and ruin tailored
The marionette wept beneath the veil

Heart of pale
Inscribed in braille
Prone to gently weeping
Unbeknownst internal bleeding
Distant memories congealing
Through the mess of years receding
He fell limp
Hands down on deck of sinking ship
A nondescript and non-equipped for feeling

The strings of life
Had lost their thread
By cost of debt
Dishonoured when
Untethered by the truth undressed before him
That every breath from here to death
Be present only woe then to forewarn him

Fate would not reward him for the destiny adrift
Unless he fought with brave and sought way best to bridge the rift

At the halfway house
To fast lane
Bled a pathway out
Through heartbreak
Taking last train
Traipsing vast planes
Shook the glass pane
Looked at cast blame
Splayed it out
Remained devout
While feeling out
The greater gain of bleeding out

Bleeding out

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Tears of rain
Cascading down
In the same vein
He was found

Tears of rain
Cascading down
In the same vein
He was found

He was found
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Tide was high and undercurrents swift
Thus he swam tirelessly
Headed to the distant lights
With pistons fired and vibrancy
Waves were breaking all about him
Still he breached defiantly
Reaching to the skies
Whereby denied
Of high anxiety
Defiantly
Bleeding out

With wings at full mast
The singed strings of his heart bled an ocean of devotion
For the motion of the stars
Ever hopefully advancing
Glancing passing clouds
Afar from madding crowds
He found the mount
His dreams unbounded had profoundly wound around
And rappelled down

Distant northern tides
Confided island of the seen
Some place where the shoreline frothed with vibrancy and keen
Home for lost souls
Free of ropes that bound unbounded dreams
To each and all adored the wildest sea

Suddenly he felt the thrust
Of something brave
Of something just
A single wave
Of diamond cusp
A breath away
Engraved in rust
No strings attached
To pin him back
Reliantly he breached
No longer limp
The marionette
Was finally free

No strings attached
To pin him back
Reliantly he breached
No longer limp
The marionette
Was finally free

Finally free
Finally free
Finally free
Finally free
Finally free
Finally free
Finally free
Finally free

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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