I found it in the attic,

Behind grandma’s trunk and mirror.

It stood there like a hurricane in the midst of panic,

It hid like a child running from terror.

Yet, I did not run.

Because the fear had imprisoned me.

Like an old fashioned gun

In a vintage case from Bree.

What I saw could have been magic;

However, it looked

Like it was just another tragic

Thread that could not be discovered.

There it stood until the house burnt:

It was a sad thing

That I learnt

That day when my heart was in full swing.

But you see, I cannot tell you what I saw.

After all: magicians’ secrets.


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