The Magician's Concierto

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Arachnids in her mind, use web to stifle tired words coming out the

bastard's mouth — stuck on the tongue, she wants an end to this

contortionists' game. Ear drums silently bleed from the

doppler effects of verbal regurgitation. Echoing and

echoing, rising above the dark magic like the swirling trails of

frankincense.

Given any chance to rectify prolific sins are thwarted by

heresy. Her trust in you corroded long before this dreary ice age.

Incredulous and serpentine, you think this is but a frivolous

joke. Deep down, you know she holds the cards. You were her

knight in despicable amour. She saw your pompous light but shared

love with you anyway. Try pulling another selfish

moment from that black hat of yours to find the ugly source of

narcissism. You can't can you! You refuse to acknowledge equality;

obsession will never kneel to righteous souls.

Perhaps, a costly misstep. An inability to discern? It's too late!

Qualified, she snaps her valiant fingers in a final performance,

releasing your oppressive energy back to the hole in which it escaped from.

Sovereignty is overthrown and collapses... Is losing this battle

tragic for you? Will you ever admit defeat? Go bask in the

ulcers that eat away at your self-centered soul, for there is no

victory here.

Wingless now, you habitually search for a

xerox copy of the one you lost. She was beautiful,

youthful and answered to every command, until you arbitrarily

zapped her out of your life like the egocentric magician you are; you haven't learned a thing...