Voodoo Puppet

Voodoo Puppet

In the sport of heartbreak,
he knew his role so well,
leaving a trail of tears,
each heart, an empty shell

From New York to Kentucky,
Atlanta to the River Creed,
he charmed them all
with silk spun lies,
as he sowed his evil seed

He drove down to New Orleans,
to take in a Jazz show,
and to see what he
could conjure up,
but little did he know,
the elusive Queen of Heartache
was waiting in the front row,
ready to challenge him and
put him "in the know"

They carried on for hours,
the first of many trysts;
enchanted by her
beguiling beauty,
he simply could not resist!


On full moon's eve,
she began to chant,
Voodoo Priestess
in full control,
she took his heart
and imprisoned his soul

Yes, for her he'd
broken his "rule"
and when he cried
his silent tears,
he became her
dancing fool

Lynn West
(c) 2011