User blog:Sceptileisgreat14/The Ventriloquist's Performance (Poem for Lexi's thingy)

So ye, I finally got around to doing this. Hope you enjoy :)

The Ventriloquist's Performance

The Ventriloquist performs in front of a room of puppets

Nothing that could logically experience malicious intent

No, these were simply the hollow shells of carved wood

That stared blindly into the ventriloquist's evil net

The Ventriloquist could sense a potent glare

A unionised threat that lingered throughout his routine

The audience were hostile, however mostly still

Thus creating an eerily silent and motionless scene

The show would go on in an disturbed manner

A voice of another nature intervening regularly

The voice plunging the audience into a mute rage

The painted-on smiles, the blue surface of a black sea

This voice had escaped from the Ventriloquist's net

The words spouted perhaps truth, perhaps lies

The Ventriloquist, intimidated, tried to ignore hs partner

As if oddly, he never expected to hear these cries

Suddenly and abruptly the Ventriloquist's show ended

The audience didn't muster a muffled laugh or a single clap

The silence simply continued to dwell, an uninvited presence

That followed the Ventriloquist, even into his evening nap

Ultimately, the performance was characterised by this strange voice

It's longetivity relatively small, but its impact large

The crushing feeling would stay even after the curtain's had been drawn

This staying the same, no matter truth or farce

The Ventriloquist at rest, his puppet finally deceased

There was no more evidence of a tampered soul

No evidence but the performance, which raised the question

Was it he, or the puppet, that was always in control?