The Tragedy of Elise

We are Elise. We are uncountable. With no way to break open our locks They designed sweet melodies as keys And conquered countries in our name. We are the loved and easily forgotten. They came to us with bouquets of rose, Like the Queens, we sat cold yet joyous As they placed sweet nothings by our feet And we were heartbroken when they abandoned us. We are the noontime shadows. The sun is so bright and the darkness so great Hurricanes rage inside and tear us apart But we dare not reveal the burdens we carry For we are loved by them, in all their carelessness. We are Elise. Broken open and tossed aside. Loved purely then left behind. Unhappy but satisfied. We are Elise, the greatest puppet ever made.