The Magician | Louis Zhang (9)

Holding the cane, he walks and twists

A flick of his wrist, arise the mist

The crowd leans in with delight

A flight of doves steals their sight

He spins the dark and bends the light

Igniting the world in a new insight

Cards that fade, coins that fly

Swift gestures perform nearby

But deeper still, beneath the show

He hides the truth we’ll never know

Countless lies to the human eyes

He mesmerizes the crowd tonight

Yet at last when the curtains fall

Laughters and cheers fill the hall

For every trick spun tonight

Secrets slipped free from the blinding light