The Magic Man
"The magic man"
In the land of lost hope and a dope filled dish,
I met a serpent and his name was wish.
He had a partner with ten thousand plans,
who went be the name of magic man.
Across the grave yard stood a beautiful tree,
that's where the serpent began to speak to me.
" Why are you alone?" "why do you look so sad?"
"What happen to your world and all of the things that you had?"
I opened my mouth because I wanted to speak,
but it was just to much,
I was just to weak.
Then around the corner stepped the magic man,
he taught me his ways and I became part of his plan.
I stepped into the darkness and away from the light,
the day the serpent grabbed my hand and took a bit.
As the venom took over and stole my breath,
I realized a little to late that I was in love with my death.
By: Joan McCue
Copyright © Joan Mccue | Year Posted 2020
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