Apothecary Fromm
Who is this
that sits in shadow
Etching runes upon a page
Mask alit by candles tallow
Watching puppets dance onstage
Little corpses pitter patter
Clever man to sit so still
Minding moppets jerk and chatter
Tugging strings to fit his bill
Franciska, Lily, Tymba'al, Fromm
Trebaruna and her twin
Writhing pawns beneath his palm
Hapless little mannequins
But one puppet leaves the others
Guided by a diff'rent hand
Following Miiranda's druthers
Laying traps and forming plans
Vic'try shall leave this man condemn'd
Trapped upon the
frozen wold
But
what
horror
will
befall
them
If the prison does not hold?