THE CONJUREMAN By Christopher C. Corry Now if I could, Tell a story untold... Of yesterday's dreams, Ready to unfold.

There was a splendid man of remarkable sorcery. He was a storyteller by adulation, With the ability to expound on his imagination about the battles of King Arthur, And his sword tossing order. The many ghosts in his adventurous tales Kept up wide-eyed and bothered. The fables he told of loves grandest moments. He wanted to truly show what bona fide love could be. Without untainted flowers and throne worthy pearls, or dark sovereign chocolates from the far corners of the world. Days without race cars and big movie screens, Tales of Babe Ruth's glory were nowhere to be foreseen. There was Julius Caesar, fighting the battle to keep Rome on top. Greek gods and monsters filled the night air with tales of blood to shock us proper. This man and his tales were one in itself. Sit you not long to notice his wealth. He bore no immediate mission and never claimed to be a magician. Yet he still made the peasant boys wishes come true. By giving them a chance to see that romance could conquer the world without Wielding a stone. Though quite fond of this man, His name I never caught or cared; For to me he will always be the Conjureman!