The Enchanted Path
In a world where shadows softly creep,
And dreams are woven in the deep,
There lived a man with a heart so bright,
A magician, master of the night.
With hands that danced like whispers soft,
He conjured wonders, spirits aloft.
His eyes, a mirror to the soul,
Reflected tales both new and old.
From dawn to dusk, he roamed the land,
A wand of light within his hand.
Through bustling towns and quiet glades,
He cast his spells, his magic played.
Children’s laughter, a sweet refrain,
Echoed through the sun and rain.
With every trick, a smile would bloom,
Dispelling darkness, banishing gloom.
He’d pull a coin from behind an ear,
Or make a rose from thin air appear.
With every act, a story spun,
A tale of joy for everyone.
In markets bustling, streets so wide,
He’d gather crowds from far and wide.
With cards that danced and coins that flew,
He’d paint the world in colors new.
Yet in the quiet of the night,
When stars adorned the sky so bright,
He’d sit alone, his thoughts would drift,
To the magic’s source, his precious gift.
A pact with shadows, long ago,
Had granted him this wondrous glow.
A promise made to spread delight,
To turn the dark into the light.
Through years and years, his fame had grown,
Yet in his heart, he’d always known,
That magic’s true and lasting art,
Was found within a joyful heart.
He’d visit towns both great and small,
In every home, in every hall.
With every smile, his power grew,
A testament to dreams come true.
In castles grand and humble homes,
His magic touched where’er he’d roam.
From kings and queens to common folk,
His spells would weave, his words evoke.
A life of wonder, joy, and grace,
He’d leave a mark in every place.
For in his heart, he held a truth,
That magic lies in love and youth.
And as the years began to wane,
His hair turned silver, yet no pain.
For in his eyes, the spark remained,
A fire of joy, forever sustained.
One final show, he planned with care,
A grand display, beyond compare.
With every trick, a piece of soul,
He’d give to those who made him whole.
The night arrived, the stage was set,
A crowd had gathered, hearts afret.
With bated breath, they watched him weave,
A tapestry they could believe.
He made the stars come down to play,
And turned the night into the day.
With every act, a tear was shed,
For in their hearts, his magic spread.
And as the final curtain fell,
He knew he’d cast his greatest spell.
For in their hearts, his magic stayed,
A legacy that would never fade.
In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows dance and secrets trace,
A magician’s tale, forever told,
Of joy and love, and hearts of gold.
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