People often ask me about my magic,
Attempting to decode the behind logic,
As if I am a normal being like them,
Who cheats people with cheap art form,
For I am a being so special,
I can wield things you call magical,
For me it is as if you lift a bucket,
But I can conjure from thin air, a locket,
How is it you might inquire,
Then I will be forced to say,
People often ask me about my magic,
Attempting to decode the logic behind,
For I am just a normal being like them,
It is an art form which requires skill,
Patience, practice and sheer will,
How is it you might ask,
Then I will be answering,
People often ask me about my magic.