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Outside, no one sees

The latest exploitation

Of the magical

He walks through the streets

Trying to clear his head, and

Wonders what changed

Perhaps he is just

A faded magician

Only good for tricks

A faint drizzle slips

Down onto his face and he

Thinks he is crying

He never had time

For sentimentality

He must have changed

He misses the days

When he controlled chaos

With a smile and wink

Werewolf geisha boy

Giving him a part of Japan

He did not know of

Perhaps one day he'll

Return to the club and he'll

Set him free on them

He smiles as he thinks

Of the screams and the fear

Of schoolgirls in pain

Maybe he has not

Quite lost his touch, but perhaps

He just needs to go

He wonders, briefly

What Rupert is doing now

And decides to see