The Prestige
Instantly, what is this?
Call the shos, make your bets!
These things come slowly,
over a long time, not "instantly",
I don't like games eih an obvious winner,
Nor magic tricks with no prestige
It's no fair to the audience
Nor the innocent volunteer
Who opened your act with hope;
Hope your show would tun out wonderfully,
Enamoured with flashing hands and flashing grins
Enamoured with the mysterious magician
Who won't even explain his wondrous act
Not even telling a magician never reveals,
But nothing at all, oblivion,
Instanly vanished, that hand of hearts,
All gone, the prestige completed
Marvelously, wonderously, climactic,
And the crowd cheers and yells,
Riotously and adoringy
But they forget to pay the mage his pennies
And the abandoned volunteer
scorned for her temerity to give herself up
Blasted for her audacity to admir
Forgotten by the mage for the most part
Except that she kept a card for herself,
When will he realise what he's missing?
Then the mage will go back to the volunteer,
And the act will be completed
Oh the audeience will roar and cry
Oh, the highest moment, the prestige
Will be utterly perfect, utterly
Magic
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