Marionettes of
fractured dimensions.
You’ve been chosen.
An invisible link
written in invisible ink
has been created
between you and they.
They want you as prey
and will stop at nothing
to ruin your day
and feed off of the life
and soul energy that
consumes you with their
darkness and disarray.
As it envelopes you,
mental despair and anguish
will grow and grow
until they have you
completely under their thumb
as their play thing.
Put on strings,
attached to each of your limbs
and a final string embedded
into your mind
and reaching
all the way through
to your soul.
Cursed are ye.
Doomed never to be free.
You see.

(a poem that ties to “Sselecaf the Grand – Chapter 4“)