Slight of an empty hand.

Trick me,pull a rabbit out of my hat.

Yes the one I'm wearing!!

Do you see the deceit?

Pick a card,no not that card!

The one in your other sleeve!

Pull the wool over my eyes til the sheep come home.

Are you a shepherd with the magic baton?

Or are you marching to your beat,spinning yarns and Spitting spells into the wind?

It's all coming back to me now.

You're the one conducting the symphony in the dark,pulling the strings of marionettes, marinated in your taste for disdain.