Written by Cynthia Louise Baker Bogear
October 18, 2018
I use to think you would come to save me,
You'd be the knight that would sweep me away,
But fantasies are the Illusionist's little dreams,
I waited hiding in shadows of the Illusionist's scenes,
I stepped out only to discover the scene was gone,
The Illusionist had created a wonderful scene for me,
Daily the Illusionist had appealed to my fantasies,
The knight that had once appeared in scenes,
For he was only an illusion made by me,
For I was the Illusionist that made my fantasies.