A Night with a Magician

Part 1- The Encounter

And it was a beautiful night that night as the stars were painting the indigo sky.

I felt your hands intertwine with mine, as I felt the minutes and time fly by.

There was nothing more special than feeling your touch that night. As the strength of your hand could sway away any fright.

And we walked on this path, I could feel the wind blowing my hair. My wide and voluminous fro, that made a stance and showed no care.

But the sway of the wind took that strength away. As your hair gripped tighter when a man walked our way.

As he hid under his hat and I saw his smile, a smile I may soon hate and defile.

When he walked closer under the side walk light. He looked me dead in my eyes with an object pulled into sight.

And it shone in the darkened night with a purple glow and ethereal light.

I can see your strength extend that night, as you tightened your fist and prepared for a fight.

Though the man dashed you a smile and placed the orb in front of my face. I can see your eyes glow in fear as his ways left a malice trace.

But he looked me dead in my eyes and asked me, “Madam, if you had one wish…”

“Would it be for a life lived free or is this the life you relish?”

The fear has never left me since the moment you pulled your hand away. I remember the time you yelled at him and can hear your voice saying, “Find someone else to play.”

I can never forget that moment, you charged at him and disappeared. As you vanished with the purple orb with a taste and a feeling I feared. Magic.