toyol

The toyol of ancient time
He steals for his master
In return he gets his soul
Slowly until his final hour
The master loses his game

By then a new leader has emerged
The toyol has no way to make his day
So he destroys himself in sorrow
The crown he wishes falling out of his hands

The master has the echoing laugh
In the darkness he knows what he has done
The toyol has to go………….
Let him look young
Then the final curtain falls
He is no where to be found

The jabs of botox
The toyol knows he has gone
Looking up to his master
Before he turns into pieces of gold
Shining brightly ringing its magic ring

‘I am the leader
The one who can make things happen’
Only it is in his mind he wishes
As his body turns into tiny pieces

The master smiles
He collects his gold pieces
Singing his melodious tunes
‘Ah toyol you never learn
You always work for me’