The Illusionist
A top hat and a cane
A trickster’s smile dancing upon his lips.
Blank magic up his sleeve
Doves in a handkerchief.
The stag light comes to life
And curious eyes fall silent.
Smoke and lights appease the mind
Oo’s and Aa’s fill the room
Never noticing the slight slip of a hand
An extra card hidden in his collar.
A deep bow and a curtain close
He walks away with the same smile.
For it was time to trick the next flock of conscience
With their own foolishness.
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