In fairytales and fantasies,
My parents would always say,
That a Magician so talented,
Would someday find his way.
And what way should he seek?
In fields of dust and harrowed meek,
And in his path he should depart,
Into my beating heart.
But he is a Magician after all,
A bewitcher, a deceiver, a devil at the ball.
Who tricked and hoaxed me,
By the time of nightfall.
So curse you Magician,
And the lies you have said,
After all your trickery,
Was that you never cared.
J.F.B
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
In fairytales and fantasies,
My parents would always say,
That a Magician so talented,
Would someday find his way.
And what way should he seek?
In fields of dust and harrowed meek,
And in his path he should depart,
Into my beating heart.
But he is a Magician after all,
A bewitcher, a deceiver, a devil at the ball.
Who tricked and hoaxed me,
By the time of nightfall.
So curse you Magician,
And the lies you have said,
After all your trickery,
Was that you never cared.
J.F.B
