The Puppet Man

The Puppet Man was man of cheer,
whose puppets made people laugh all year.
He lives with wife on Tabeth Lane,
to make a person happy and not make pain.
The Puppet Man so fulfilled is he,
has puppets as far as the eye could see.
One day, however his luck came to end,
as a drunk driver turned quick on the bend.
His truck filled with fuel blew a tire,
and flew into the Puppet Man's home, now lit on fire.
People came to put the fire out.
The Puppet Man screaming, as he ran out.
Tears of sorrow ran down his face,
he lost everything, in his now destroyed place.
The man who was drunk, soon brought to court
was acquitted, the judge his cohort.
The Puppet Man was brought to rage,
and demanded the man be put into cage.
The law would not help him, no reason why.
So the Puppet Man deemed by his hand, the man shall die.
And though he killed him, he was brought to trial.
Given a fate worse then exile.
The Puppet Man was hanged, his body now dead.
But his spirit remained, new purpose to bring dread.
Those who were guilty to the unfair crime,
soon were punished within a year's time.
Their corpses strung up on black, chalky wire.
In his basement, which had survived the fire.
His ghostly hands are soaked in red,
from all the blood of those he made dead.
And his practice of crafting still goes on,
to those unfortunate who ever see one.
For when you see a human puppet in your dream,
you will wake up to his face, but cannot scream.
His dark work shall continue, you see.
Pray that he does not take either you nor me.
This mad man's soul will not cease,
till hell fire claim him, will one know peace.
So tread carefully when near a puppet or doll,
for you might become one, hung up on the wall