Time to play,
shall we begin?
Toymaker, Toymaker craft me a box,
to bend time and space, causing hell to unlock
“Why certainly!”, I reply, without any delay
Toys are timeless, and it’s time to play
With such pliant fingers my hands do they make
A masterpiece of skill, is proudly at stake
A box like no other to open on command,
only if the right combination, and skill is at hand
A masterpiece in, as timeless as fate
No further ado, in my skills and traits
A box crafted to be transformational,
only in the right hands shall this be attainable
A timeless toy, see it dazzle and twirl
My final piece of marvel; destroyer of worlds
Still, they will play with it, watch and see
As hell and its minions, submit to follow me
They will dance and sing, to my holocaust’s dream
Such sweet melodious sufferings, orgasms and screams
I am Philip Lemarchand, I am the Toymaker
I have such sights to show you as your new toy creator
Commission me once more…I bleed for your will
Let me craft you a box, and bleed your heart still
Such pliant fingers I have as the Toymaker…such pliant fingers
Philip LeMarchand (1717 – ?)
(Biography excerpted from “Tucker’s Encyclopedia of Mass Murderers”)
Philip LeMarchand was a French architect, artisan, and designer who is posthumously credited as possibly one of the most prolific, if undiscovered, mass murderers in the modern world. He first became known for his creation of bizarre, intricately designed music boxes which quickly became the rage of Europe. The boxes, known in some circles as LeMarchand Boxes, were each one-of-a-kind creations which were also puzzles, with the answer to one’s ultimate heart’s desire as their solution.
At the height of his career, Paris was besieged by scandalous multiple disappearances of noteworthy individuals, a number of whom had purchased LeMarchand’s puzzle boxes. Suspicions, though unconfirmed, fell upon the sculptor / architect, especially inasmuch as LeMarchand’s apprentice, the son of a respected clock maker, was one of the first to disappear.
Philip LeMarchand, at the height of his career, painted this self-portrait allegedly using not oil, but human fat as its base.
The original disappeared in World War II.
© 2022 Jeff Andreis June 15, 2022
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