The Loyal who Believed

It only took one night for the loyal to see the full mind

blowing magic revolution. Magic is real to the one who experiences

the beauty and wonder of captivating illusions. A girl who became

a loyal to the one who showed her that magic is believe.

 

The power of magic is whimsical. Magic is full of fire

Within. It’s not the average pull a rabbit out of a hat. The

rabbit is alive and mischievous. Seeing is believing in the eyes

of the loyal.

 

Death defying tricks has passion filled within to keep a fire going.

The creativity stuns the audience of the world. The loyal sees the flow with

every huge demonstration of magic. This is

believe.

 

To a loyal, everything seen whether magic or illusion,

 is believe. I’ am the loyal, the one that is spoken of. I’ve seen

the power of magic and the fire that keeps the creativity alive. The

girl before you, is the loyal who believes.

 

 

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