The Magician

Through the darkness he appeared;

a flash of smoke, a great starred cloak

he waved his arm, smiled at her

and beckoned her to come along.

Him in the lead, she surely followed;

quick feet pattered, nothing else mattered

until he came to a stop, swung his wand

and a magical scene transpired.

The cards that filled his hands were shuffled;

He ordered, "Take a card, it won't be hard,"

and she stalled a while, reached for one,

and looked to see the Ace of Hearts.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Trigorin]

Very nice. You've managed a very solemn tone here, and coupled with the whimsical nature of the piece, it's very effective. Well done.