He is fond of illusion
Pulled to art of trickery
Enjoys creating deceptions
He is a performer, he deludes gracefully
Behind the curtains, he dwells..his apperance masked in mystery.
Bearing a stage name he never owns,
Mesmerizing his audience,
Leaving them enchanted,
before disappering once again into the stillness of shadows.
Call him ‘a wizard’ or ‘a hoax’
magic has lies.. secrets that are dark
Don’t go looking..wandering further, be warned.
For, the more you look for his trail,
farther stretches his mesh..
He has been waiting for you all the while, to play his malicious game.