Magician’s Epiphany

Figured now, did he, the segments wrought from whence; The times his words were skewed and dull, From hither, to thither, and thence. Solutions formed upon his tongue, as pulses surged his mind; A deeper breath he took – this time, uncertain of his find. Of one accord his mind did move, less than the span of a blink; Out of his mouth flowed lyrics unknown, causing his pupils to shrink. Unbidden they came, the words, though they few, were certainly unlearned, untaught, and all new. The strain was quite great, and the deed it was done. Loss of strength – he was close to the brink. He managed a hand to the rail on the wall, and staggered out to find him a drink.