Written by Danielle E. Pasqua
Copyright © August 4, 2017
The magician’s opponent tried a trick
He would give creativity a hard kick
A dry spell that could never be broken
He had the riddle that could be spoken
The only way to get the words of magic
To trace the performance of his habit
Just how he managed to take happiness
Since using his cruel trade was his best
One day it began to rain never ending
The dry spell’s curse began unbending
So the writer emerged from the dark
Songs of praise fell from her heart
One she vowed to never vanish away
And a charm of hope was left to stay