The fright

I find myself walking on a narrow road,
As I walk, I beg for a warm abode

I see homes baked in holy light as I walk
But suddenly I was afright....

When I realised something was not right....

For happy smiles and faces did I see.
But what was truly staring back at me

Dark lines filled with fear.
Did themselves, their presence leer.

For once my eyes were opened thus,
Did I see who was controlling us.

Dark figures cloaked in pain.
Who hope for the world to obtain.

Yet how silly of me not to see.
The figure who's dark puppet strings.....
were controlling me.