The Conjuror 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


The final in a series of three poems.

Submitted: April 27, 2018

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Submitted: April 27, 2018

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The Conjuror 3.

 

My magic skills are diverse,

 today I’m committing a crime

for the focus of my mind now

is to twist around with time.

I’ll make it move much slower,

then I’ll set it whizzing fast;

I’ll plunge you to the future

and I’ll drag you to the past.

One moment you’ll be very young,

the next, so ancient, old.

You’ll feel the heat of passion

and you’ll feel the deathly cold.

Your parents will be babies,

your grandchildren on a pension;

the stress of keeping up with it

is ramping up the tension.

I really am a conjuror,

where your mind goes I’ll dictate,

you really might enjoy it

or I might inspire your hate.

Your time it might be starting

or perhaps it’s ticking to it’s end,

once my magic’s flowing

you’ll have no way to defend.

Manipulation is my game,

distortion is my art;

perhaps you should consider

if you want to take a part.

 


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