by Nick Gisburne
The sinister magician slits her throat,
A prince of misdirection and panache.
His followers relentlessly devote
Their passions to deciphering the slash.
The girl returns, alive, uncut, of course,
But how can his illusion seem so real?
He slices with such devastating force
That all can hear the whisper of the steel.
In truth, a simple substitution trick
Delivers the deception to their eyes,
A switch so smooth, so staggeringly quick,
That no one can discern who lives or dies.
Another girl is butchered for the show,
And only he and her will ever know.
