His glare has pierced my skin!
From a million distant years,
Perhaps from another continent,
Another planet,
Another dimension galaxies away,
That felt all too close,
With those red eyes ablaze.

They fumed and howled!
Brimming with anger, guilt, and pain.
With tears overflown and nerves strained,
Of all the marionettes in his dying quartet.

He tugged their strings,
That made them dance,
Until they no longer could.
He pulled them together,
And made them quarrel,
Until one breaks the other.

He has laughed, rejoiced.
Then cries and repents.
He does as he pleases to watch them crumble,
For those are the amplified emotions array,
Of this monster in the making,