Under his shoes lay a hidden door trap, behind the curtains, weapons lay in his bowler’s hat
Magic tricks and whisperings mixed
He played his game of Chinese
And our faults slapped us to our knees.

He had the mind frame of the devil
Yet still God’s glory and ease
And he practiced his magicians trick, until all of his heart was pleased.
And we repeated the words, what he wanted to hear,
Marianne shouted no longer still, ‘you infuriate me, push me to the brink of uncontrollable, to the violent sorts of explosions of love’
But now gave a triumphant cheer.

And we all ran forward through to the cave
And lay behind us hearts, scattered leaves
hip hip hoorays as we flew into our daze.