Of deaths and other things

The magic stays,

Even though you walked your own way,

I can still make the flowers bloom.

And you thought you were the only one who could, 

You truly felt I couldn’t touch you, 

My fingers can sift through the space time fabric, 

I learnt that trick,

While you tried to hide it 

In the blinding lights 

Of that stage of yours.

You sit through my show,

And laugh at my fallacy,

While I know I’m right.

I know I would get it this time.

You stand there like a prude,

Wishing I never knew you.

‘Cause I shall surpass you.

I will catch up…

Even when you scamper

Through that speedway you can’t die again on.