A line, a shape, a color, a soul
There, yet not really, not ever
But tied tightly in burning red strings
Another one of her playthings

Formerly made in a world so blank
Escaping to only be consumed in black
Silence ensues as he fades away
Into what is not the light of day

He is given a purpose, so they say
To create and protect, to laugh and play
Yet only for her amusement, it appears
And all their will to fight disappears

A glitch, a guardian, one who refuses to be called brother
Only they know
And how powerless they are so
For their dearest friend has become another

Creation and Destruction are hand in hand, they say
To all that there is in life, all that ever may
Existing in this crumbling multiverse, he
Wishes that this never had to be

He fights, though sorrowfully
He creates, though regretfully
He loves, though terribly
He tries, but miserably

He is the actor in center stage
In her eyes anyways
Everyone, I beg of you to please all stand
And watch as he cannot take no one's hand

Moving gracefully, following her every word
The idea of disobeying is simply absurd
Watch as he dances, her puppet show's lead
Who only acts in his friend's stead

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i wanted to do another one