The Altar of Illusion.

She worships at the altar,
Of the feats I can speak with my hands,

Vision’s both a gift and a dance,
Pacing and chasing for that one wondrous chance,

Her eyes like the sky, as the storm sets in,
The wind whispers, the rain will come,

She worships at the altar of illusion,
She’s uncontainable, like the setting, sun.

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