Smoke & Mirror's Poem by Poison 9901

Smoke & Mirrors

Smoke, conceals his moves
His secret’s you approve
Mirrors produce the ultimate illusion
Is it real, or a mental delusion

His craft handed down threw out the years
This craft of his, of Smoke & Mirrors

He shows his hands, as he raises his sleeve
By the end of the night, you to will believe
He moves his hands; with the music he’s in sync
You watch intently, trying hard not to blink

From father too son, a labor of blood and tears
This craft of his, of Smoke & Mirrors

He’ll show you exactly, what he wants you to think
Amazed and in awe, your mind takes another drink
His hands are quick, yet he never stands still
It’s the love of his craft, it’s you he thrills

A master trickster, he learns his trade well
This craft of his, of Smoke & Mirrors

He’ll take your breath, with a simple flower
Then saw you in half, showing his ultimate power
He’ll never actually reveal a single secret to you
But he’ll take your breath as well, before he’s threw

His craft masterfully perfected, excepted by his peers
This craft of his, of Smoke & Mirrors

~~~Poison~~~