The Magic Man

© Vincent DuBach

His livid skin reflects the light,

Making him shine through the night.

His grin shows teeth of perfect white,

The perfect white of the Magic Man.

You see him and chills go down your spine,

But you think , "I want his magic to be mine"

And so you will ignore his unnatural shine

The shine of the Magic Man.

You go to his den, and see the vial of fluids swirled

Pleasure, pain, illusion, and border to another world

Cross the line of sanity and have all that's hidden unfurled

The unfurled world of the Magic Man.

He grins at you, and you ask him for his poison, his spice.

He regards you, and then gives you his offer, his price.

You pay it fully, knowing that you have to roll the dice.

The price of the Magic Man.

He takes, and then gives you another grin.

You take his offering, lying in a vial so thin,

And know that it will take you for a spin,

The spin of the Magic Man.

You fumble his magic in your fingers

Become one of the many that malingers

Wanting to feel the feeling that lingers

The feeling of the Magic Man.

Under the stained sheet,

Point and skin meet,

Blood dances the beat,

The beat of the Magic Man.

And then you're looking for reflected light,

And see his livid skin shine so bright,

And you will come night after night,

And that is the true magic of the Magic Man.