Magician and the queen of hearts....

the queen of hearts falls...
it was a full house...
turn your back on the luck..
run away from the crowds....
in a flash of memory...
he had conundrums solved...
piece by piece the game shapes..
in the old deck of cards...

too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

hit with stones, silent eyes of coal...
unseen and unknown....return of a name from the past....
once talk of the town, bewitched all around....
back again to claim his crown of stars....

in that fist, there's another trick...
clenched inside, ohh maverick...
surprise in the hours of dark...

is it fire or is it ice...
in those hands, a magic lies..
ohh lover of the queen of hearts...
counting on beads... the queen recedes...
at the apex...where the mountain bleeds....
tumbling down, in a moment it reels..
ohh the fateful tower of cards....


too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

Latent for years.... Hidden with pain and tears...
the night's here for a show of his art....
the sky aligns,
the forest's benign....
in the shadows dancing away...
forming castles from clay...
he breaks iron with glass...
melting all in sight.. with his fingers bright....
a spell he casts....

the tower begins....
and the mermaid sings...
Ace of spades stands in the last....
like nature's plays...
the fall of the queen entails...
rescued from the king...
in magicians jail....
poisoning hellebore in lycurgus,
served with leaves of hibiscus...
by the window.. loosing control in its trance...


too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...

hollow stadium, empty audience...
here he gave her the ring of flowers...
last smile of queen's life..
witness to the king's demise....
will see no end of the magician's wrath..
a thousand times he is strung....
terror in his eyes as he is hung...
revenge of a love that lasts...
croatans believe his spirit never leaves...
and the magician grieves his queen of hearts....

too late to re-write the script....
too late to blame the culprit...
too late to find the cracks where it fell apart...