I watched as they razed my village and made slaves of us
From the village elders to my infant cousins…
…the ones they didnt kill
I had many cruel masters
…but none as cruel as the Doll Man and his fat horrible wife
I watched as he marched each of us into his study, never to return
I watched the beautiful yet sad porcelain dolls he put on the shelves in front of our cage
Watching us with their sad black eyes
When I tried to escape it was his horrible wife who captured me
Laughing as she clubbed me over the head
"My little trouble maker." The Doll Man said
There were blood, skulls and symbols, a ritual
The demon laughed as he took my life and my soul
Laughter more horrible than the Doll Man or his wife’s
I am reborn from a wooden crate, a gift for the daughter of the Czar
I watched her as she looked in my eyes, feeling my sadness.
I watched the Czar's assistant slit her throat
I watched the house burn
Darkness again
The Doll Man again
He put me on the shelf with the others…
…to be with my family again
Now that is lovely!
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ReplyDeleteNicely done. I want to know more about the Doll Man and why he does it. Was there a connection between the gift of the doll and the murder of the little czarina?
Of course there is a connection. The Doll Man uses the dolls as a conduit in which to allow the demon to gain access to the people in the house. Implied political machinations?
DeleteAlso, this entry was greatly inspired by the King Diamond album "the puppet master"
I never want the Doll Man explained to me, thanks. ;)
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