The Illusionist

As I was walkin’ down the street I thought I saw him ahead, I followed on trembling feet wherever he led. We threaded through the crowd And entered a dark lane. The sun blushed behind a cloud As I leapt into his arms again. Tear blind eyes freed my senses To see the monster manning the trap. I halted at the hyper-spatial fences, Poised to take a step back... Come, thou Demond of Delgon, Appear as my lover again for me. I know not where he is gone, And I may be consumed by thee. Originally published: Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].