I sold my soul to a Magician
He duped me into selling,
I snapped the pieces of the chameleon
Which he crazed me into stealing ;
The pledge of Odysseus & Penelope
Turned into an intangible ploy,
A few lines of paradise
Tamed my psyche
To bring myself so that I cry.
Wizardry is an inscrutability,
Which turned the Magician
Cocky.
I only ogled with depth
Until I only found a sept.
He said it was okay
To perish in the night,
And twist and twirl
In an Ocean wave
Like something so worthy for the sights.
Good Heavens was I hypnotized!
To be smitten
To the wrong fly,
Maybe it was the stars
That collided to make you mine.
Why do I pen so much,
Why do I worry?
It's only a dream
That loves to scurry!
& my lips to curl
For the draped beauty
That I smother just only.
The Magician wrote about
A dragonfly
With no tail or an eye.
How cruel and how bright
I only wished, not a tale of mine.
Birds, birds all alone
Crying for an abode;
Walk walk, trot trot,
Only one lagoon
Remain
In my cool.
The Wizard's darlings,
Altered to my Kingdom
With possessive butterflies
Of an ocean size;
I can't set the cover,
The petals only wither.
But was the Magician's Dollmaker,
Only meant to be,
The Magician's Closet Lover?
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This poem is about a Magician's muse who was already in love with him but he even hypnotized her to doing mental stuff. But sometimes she only felt he did so, maybe it was all her dying for craze. He did give her patience by calling her a lover behind the curtains, but was she really or was she only a muse? It's for you to figure out.
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