Stolen Magic

You were the best magician in town they said You made your audience gasp in awe and dread You could saw a woman in two, in the news it read You hypnotized with your hands instead You were the sorcerer who played inner duality unsaid You orchestrated and directed I was shadowed in reactions and actions The scene was set, my heart like drums began to beat The audience now in for the final act, a treat To saw a woman in two, was certainly no mean feat You flashed your wand, of which you were so fond An act of two began to roll, and there I lay down, swallowed by you whole A bolt of lightening flashed, the audience saw me severed in two Such a surrealistic view, as you took your bows for the final act I was mesmerized by the magicians game who once more put me back again You bent my gaze as you took center stage I stood up the claps dying out, the prize of consolation no doubt The magic that you spun, now the final act all done I blinked and released your hold, backstage now, it seemed so cold! The only magic I knew was the one that you stole!