The Tale of the Magician

Your magic sticks are broken,

 no more fire or brimstone

to rain down,

Your words hold no power,

no seduction in your spells,

Your potions have no poison

to corrupt my mind~

I can stare into your eyes,

because you no longer

possess me,

The conjurer is left

a broken man.

©annettealaine 2014

 

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5 thoughts on “The Tale of the Magician

  1. Pingback: The Tale of the Magician | Jane Wilson

    • Thanks, Nan. One of those poems that comes to you in a rush. I did my job because that is exactly what I was trying to convey.
      Ron’s comments are priceless. I’m always tickled when he stops by.

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