The Magic Smoke - Poem

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Green wisps turning blue,
As the magic puffed out.

A tiny bit inhaled,
Brought powers to the mind.

Creation, a act of simpleton,
Or so it seemed with the magic smoke.

Deep inside the basement of a castle,
In a wooden box no less,
Was hidden a bottle,
That an inquisitive human touched.

Curiosity did that to the cat,
But not to this human.

He lived,
Lived to turn to be the master of the magic.

Destiny was another page in a diary,
Where actions were noted down.

With a ruse of happiness,
This came into the life of the peasant.