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.

To guess the mystery he looked and stared;

into her eyes, giving her butterflies

at last he grinned, and jumped towards her

and exclaimed, "You must be her, my Ace of Hearts."

All through the night she was mesmerized;

the sun came up, they ran out of luck

he whispered to her, "We'll meet again,"

and swished his cape and disappeared. 

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.