Through quick, few steps and some thread and a needle, he knew already that their minds were much too feeble.
Wicked intentions awakening, he continued on with his blissful hastening.
Contempt in his ways, he was much too smart, he carved out the man’s still beating heart.
Screams of agony filled his ears, he relished in the man’s bleeding tears.
Such pretty glass eyes, so fearful and lonely,
but different from his former ones of monotony.
Prodding through flesh and bone, his cries ceased but lingered all alone.
Eyes wandering overhead to the pretty, decorated, dome, the man’s prodding tools continued to roam.
He had ventured there on a decree, but was met with the last sight he’d ever see.
A shaky last breath as the life left his eyes, he regretted never saying his goodbyes.
Setting the hooks and braces throughout his arms and hands, as if re-animated, he started to dance.#