Mary Annette was free

Puppet strings looming unseen.
Mary Annette was being rushed around.
She lugged a few and was bound by two,
and will there ever be
a divine light to cut a few,
to set free afresh,
again anew,
unbound and strong,
a wandering spirit,
as was meant to be?
She was free.
She was free.
Shivering in a rain of steaming drops,
streaking lines on a one time pretty face.
Staring from a step away
down into the never ending abyss,
oblivious to the monster lurching.
Marble glass with an endless stare
polished by the forever stream,
A deceitful lie held in the eye,
Grimace hidden with ghastly grin.
She was free.
She was free.

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