You are a puppet master
With a dancing marionette
Playing god in this shadow play,
Keeping secrets, keeping pockets
Full of gold and silver, jangling in pouches
Nicked from mesmerized spectators, even the magister’s purse!
A fireworks of theater, spectacular shams, grand eruptions galore!
But oh! The sirens assault and the audience scampers except YOU, thick-skinned fiend, whisper more, whisper more, whisper more
rumors in the ears of foot-soldiers! Play your part. Play it so. Play victim to the convoluted catacombs of your imagined riches.