I stumbled into the old Gothic style cathedral
I was desperate, they told me she had been taken here
I'd heard many stories about this place
And the one who resided here

The pale moonlight shined through the stained glass windows
Where I expected to see an alter
I saw only a shrouded figure
Sitting on upon a strange throne

As I drew closer I observed the figure and the throne
In greater detail and upon doing this
I grew sick at the sight before me
The throne was made of people that seemed to be alive

"Do you like them?" came a voice that surrounded me
With these words the figure rose up
And removed the cloak they were wearing
Dropping it to the floor

To my surprise it was a tall beautiful woman
Nothing like what the rumors and legends had said
"These are my play things" she spoke with a wry smile
As she walked down a few of the stone steps

Behind her I saw the people move
They almost slithered about her
I saw that they were not normal humans at all
They seemed too perfect and almost unreal

Their joints were connected like those of a doll
I kept looking around to see if i could find my sister
And to my ultimate dismay
I eventually did

She looked just like all the others
i shouted out to her, but she did not respond
She just looked at me
With those unblinking glass eyes

"I doubt she remembers anything
After I removed her brain and all her organs."
The witch spoke as if about to laugh
"She is merely a stuffed puppet now."

I could not believe this
All my trials had led me here
And I was too late
The moonlight began to dim

The witch disappeared, yet I still heard her voice
"You know, you can join her if you like
It doesn't hurt one bit
And it would be over soon"

As she spoke I realized she was now behind me
She gently grabbed my shoulders and breathed down my neck
"Look at her, she's smiling, do you want to take her away from happiness?"
I did look and she was smiling, a hollow empty smile

I tried to reach out, but I was paralyzed
Whether this was the witches doing or simply out of fear I did not know
But soon I closed my eyes and drifted off
Into a deep and strange sleep

I heard a voice guiding me in my dream
I knew that I wanted my sister to be happy no matter what
She desired a peaceful life after all we had been through
There was just one thing I had to do to keep her safe

Just one thing I had to do...
It would make my sister happy...
And it would bring me peace too...
Just one thing...

In a daze I woke up from my dream
My eyes would not yet adjust and I smelled hot metal
As I came to I saw that it was not metal but blood
Giving off the metallic aroma

It was my own, pouring out from my neck and chest
Yet I did not feel any pain or discomfort
It was truly a strange feeling
As I watched my own organs being removed from my body

I looked up and saw the witch gracefully moving about
With a smile of her face and blood on her claws
The other dolls circled about as well and I saw my sister
With that same hollow smile stretched across her face