Magic That Burns.

The smoke and mirrors, the last of the tricks yet his greatest ever. A Magician stealing the hearts that fall into his traps. He weaves the fiction they want and it's no use fighting, he'll draw you in without a second notice. My Lost little heart, another in his vast collection and while I have run far away, the euphoric feeling still haunts me. It's hard to break away from something so perfect even if you know it's not real. His wand casting spells on those just weak enough. Once the mirrors start to break, he hides away so the dust can settle. He can't be caught in the cross fire yet he can't be too far away from his puppets' lives. He keeps them on track, eating when he wants them to. Girls will do anything for perfection. If I hadn't found a hero, I would still be lost in the tangles of his lies.