Doll Maker

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The Doll-Maker lives in a field of rye, And a dreaming house of splendor; Soil where no one would ever die, And all spoken word is tender. He spends his days weaving hair And dresses of satin beauty; He spends his days without a care, Other than his doll-making duty. The dolls he made were of all kinds, Big jeweled eyes staring boldly; Painted lips in gently curving lines, Smiles only hinted, mocking coldly. The Doll-Maker, he was obsessed, In creating these visions of porcelain; He lived his life alone, heart repressed, He became a shell of hollow, echoing tin. He sung to the dolls and whispered to mice, While his hands stitched another dress; His gnarled hands forever like ice, And his snow-white hair forever a mess. The wrinkles around his eyes creased more, With each passing day of creation; And his heart ached to the very core, With Melancholy's infiltration. One day, he went into the town, To buy more crystals for doll eyes; The citizens had only seen him frown, Heard him speak in restless sighs. A woman passed him on the street, With a young girl's hand in hers; A beauty unlike any he'd meet, Dressed in pearls and furs. She passed him by, didn't even look his way, But all the same, he was in love; He went home with her beauty in mind that day, And began pleading with the Gods above. Later that evening, there was a knock on the door, And shuffled to open it curiously; It was the woman who he couldn't help but adore, He ushered her inside furiously. 'How can I help you, my dear?' he asked. For this visit was wanted, but a surprise; 'You're the doll-maker? Then I've a task. My daughter is sick, she'll die by sunrise.' 'Make her a doll, please, good Monsieur, With her golden hair and warm eyes; So she won’t be alone, and have nothing to fear.’ The woman finished, and then sighs. The Doll-Maker was silent for a few moments, For his heart was broken for his dear love; He silently made all confessing atonements, And then stood, and chose a doll, white like a dove. ‘I will make your daughter’s doll, do not fear. For though she is sick, I can tell you; Her end and meet with the Father is not near.’ Choosing hazel crystals, no, blue. He worked late into the night, the doll taking shape, The woman had gone home to be with her daughter; He sewed a beautiful green velvet cape, And set out to deliver it without falter. The small girl lay cold in her bed, Her mother weeping by her side; The Doll-Maker entered, it was said, And then by the girl, the doll was laid. The Doll-Maker walked home, Heart calm and content; He cleaned his house, set away every tome, Thought about how his time was spent. He laid down in his bed, and never woke, It is said he pleaded for the girl’s life; For that very morning, her fever broke, And her conscious sharp like a knife. ‘Who was the angel that came and kissed me good-night?’ She asked, gently brushing her doll’s curls; ‘He was old and wrinkled, and his hair was white. And he gave me something better than pearls.’ The doll never left her side, until she was quite old, Because somehow, she knew it held special meaning; She never knew, though, the story that’s been told, Or what the man did, or how the doll was redeeming.

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onlymstracecyrus added this comment 2008-09-01 17:44:43-05:00

thats sweet! i've never heard this story before! aww! fave!

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