The Magician
The man lives magic
it's all he's ever done
Not a trick has ended as tragic
From city to city he does run
He feels like his new trick will ace
He grabs his cane and top hat
Tonight he will be a familiar face
Tonight his paychecks will get fat
The man wanders to Stage Two
Aimlessly, seeks to the crowd
"Tonight," he did coo,
"I will attempt something to be wowed.
The body of a human is lovely but frail.
Especially the core.
It can break and flail.
The heart, can love and yearn for more."
With a smirk he does delve,
"Tonight, I will pick a volunteer.
A woman. To me, she will fell."
He looks out to choose a peer.
The man spots the lucky lady.
Blond hair, emerald eyes.
Her sight focused. Her locks free
Shame his heart will be hers demise.
He shot his finger to her spot,
"You. Fair-haired girl in the blue.
Come up to the lit dot.
See if you find my match true."
She looks left to right
Points to see if he's correct.
He nods with might
For this trick, she was prefect.
She strolls to Stage Two
Nervously, she does greet
"Prepare," he tries to woo,
"To feel an amazing feat."
He points to the drummer.
Who start the tremendous roll.
Theme song for her
to have a heart stole
Maybe too much,
He leans into the girl.
No hands, no touch
Yet feelings thrown for a whirl
"Beauty. Compared to you is deform.
I saw you before you came in.
I knew it would be you to preform.
You would be the heart to win.
Soul so pure. Conscience so clean.
Please, take me.
As someone to have your troubles can wean.
Let your love be free."
Those a everlasting word
He whispered into the ear
Now she should feel lured
Now she should feel the fear
The magician's smirk
it stopped
he jumped back with a jerk
his cane, dropped
Butterflies flying around
stomach contwine
Why does his heart pound?
Why does he not feel fine?
No. It cannot.
The trick has backfire.
His own stomach in a knot
His own heart engulfed in love's fire
The woman saw through him
She sees her own spell was cast
He got smitten to a whim
And that it would last.
He stammered and stuttered.
Excused himself from Stage Two
"How did this happen?" he muttered.
From the stage, he flew.
Years later he still preforms
Never forgot that day
Never changed nor conforms
but always thought what he did pay
One day, same place
He attempted an act
Saw the same blond face
And knew something for fact
The magician flies town to town
Now with a loved blond assistant to
The magician reminds self when down,
how his love all started on Stage Two.
Kimberly Piet © 2008
it's all he's ever done
Not a trick has ended as tragic
From city to city he does run
He feels like his new trick will ace
He grabs his cane and top hat
Tonight he will be a familiar face
Tonight his paychecks will get fat
The man wanders to Stage Two
Aimlessly, seeks to the crowd
"Tonight," he did coo,
"I will attempt something to be wowed.
The body of a human is lovely but frail.
Especially the core.
It can break and flail.
The heart, can love and yearn for more."
With a smirk he does delve,
"Tonight, I will pick a volunteer.
A woman. To me, she will fell."
He looks out to choose a peer.
The man spots the lucky lady.
Blond hair, emerald eyes.
Her sight focused. Her locks free
Shame his heart will be hers demise.
He shot his finger to her spot,
"You. Fair-haired girl in the blue.
Come up to the lit dot.
See if you find my match true."
She looks left to right
Points to see if he's correct.
He nods with might
For this trick, she was prefect.
She strolls to Stage Two
Nervously, she does greet
"Prepare," he tries to woo,
"To feel an amazing feat."
He points to the drummer.
Who start the tremendous roll.
Theme song for her
to have a heart stole
Maybe too much,
He leans into the girl.
No hands, no touch
Yet feelings thrown for a whirl
"Beauty. Compared to you is deform.
I saw you before you came in.
I knew it would be you to preform.
You would be the heart to win.
Soul so pure. Conscience so clean.
Please, take me.
As someone to have your troubles can wean.
Let your love be free."
Those a everlasting word
He whispered into the ear
Now she should feel lured
Now she should feel the fear
The magician's smirk
it stopped
he jumped back with a jerk
his cane, dropped
Butterflies flying around
stomach contwine
Why does his heart pound?
Why does he not feel fine?
No. It cannot.
The trick has backfire.
His own stomach in a knot
His own heart engulfed in love's fire
The woman saw through him
She sees her own spell was cast
He got smitten to a whim
And that it would last.
He stammered and stuttered.
Excused himself from Stage Two
"How did this happen?" he muttered.
From the stage, he flew.
Years later he still preforms
Never forgot that day
Never changed nor conforms
but always thought what he did pay
One day, same place
He attempted an act
Saw the same blond face
And knew something for fact
The magician flies town to town
Now with a loved blond assistant to
The magician reminds self when down,
how his love all started on Stage Two.
Kimberly Piet © 2008