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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Is it simply just a wooden music box? Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone, What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's Mystical quality of the supernatural By its spiritual essence attractant, I'm thus so memorized, A ballerina dancing in step, with the spell cast upon me, Thus do so I spin, on this stationary pedestal, unable to move On my own volitional power of chose and free will, I've be consumed utterly, By the haunting tune, compelling me do its evil bidding. The notes grow slower, unwinding until perfectly still, But I'm not in a daydreams nightmare, I suddenly realize This absurdity is reality, has become real. I'm that tiny figure within a child's musical box, Frozen in stances freeze, unable to cry Out for help, for made of wax am I now. Then the lid is gently shut upon me, and in the Darkness a sadistic voice, heckles and mocks Me, speaking in musical notes it sings a deadly Lullaby, rest eternal my beauty for you belong To me now. I've become a play thing to be tormented, Languishing within this jewelry box. Caught in this land of giants, whom wind These musical chimes, to join me as a Prisoner's collection, of a thief called music. Whom orchestrates this symphony of the demonic? I dare not ask, for the voices anger would Ravish what little is left of my humanity, So I smile, and I dance at its pleasures Whim, but within my soul a flickering Ray does burn still, and it is called hope. The music screams in terror's disbelief, For the giants house has caught in flames, And now he is the prisoner captured Within a wooden tinder box. I do so smile as I myself melt away, Listening to the voice begging for help, But no one comes to aid such evil as he. But I am free at last, and except death As a comforting friend's reprieve, From the beast, is it just a simple? Wooden music box. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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