The Great Magician! ! ! Poem by tanesha davenport

Hiding behind his mask, he was out to deceive
just like a magician hidin tricks up his sleeves
with a tap of his wand my innocence he stole
taking my red heart, leaving a black hole
...but his tricks are not done, take a look, BEHOLD!
he puts on another mask and the crowd is sold
he has everyone marching to the sound of his beat
no one but me knowing of his deciet
a snap of his finger and my soul is taken away
i am now his puppet put out on display
now for his greatest trick he will need me
he puts me in a curtain and counts to three
he pulls open the curtain and here i stand
is the trick over? i do not understand
he picks up the microphone and begins to speak
every word he says i begin to repeat
the crowd cheers as he takes his last bow
the trick is over, i understand now
everything is becoming apparant to see
cause his greatest trick of all was betraying me