MAGIC
The magician waitsHe hopes you'll call
Oh the sweet sound, of his door bell ring
Welcome to my den, always safe and warm
Oh the masks we will wear, tricks to be played
Heart strings are plucked, worn to the thin
Come into my world, let the destruction begin
His master is not of soul, emotions vanished a long time ago
He seeks, he finds, great exuberance in bending mind
Once complete, from strength to weak
The magician waits
This Poems Story
Crossing paths with a individual who are less than forthright and discovering that truth, too late.
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