Guardians Of Atlanta 32
(Sleight Of Hand)

The last time we left Cyrus Jones,
She was given a proposition over the phone.
That strange Mr. H had a mission for Cy,
A mission that required a local spy.

And so she went to a traveling carnival,
Uncle Andy’s by name it was known.
It stopped in Alpharetta every year,
But since Cyrus was little, it’d grown.

She followed her instructions, to a T.
Yes, she knew exactly where she was supposed to be:
The magic tent, with Bobby Carter.
The crowds were crowding, getting hotter and hotter.
The Whiz Kid, The Great One, these were his names.
He seemed addicted to large crowds, fortune and fame.
And with his entire act, Cyrus was impressed,
From his magic tricks, to his purple pin-striped vest.

This is just a sleight of hand,
No abracadabra, pow! Or shazam!
Let me get your attention, over here.
1, 2, 3, NOW you may cheer!

The crowd’s energy had reached a fever pitch,
Cyrus was blown away by his fancy tricks.
This charismatic creature was some enigma!
But Cyrus couldn’t shake that lingering stigma.
She was here to find out his alleged ties
To Phillip Keller and his strange machines that fly.
But that didn’t stop her applause, oh no!
And soon enough, it was the end of his show.
He puffed with pride and took a bow,
And just like that, he bid them “Ciao.”
He slipped out back as music played,
And Cyrus gave chase as thoughts on her mind weighed.
Could this be it? Her answer finally?
Who helped kill Connor and wreck her family?
There was one way to find out, follow that mage.
Then maybe in her life, Cyrus could turn a page.

This is just a sleight of hand,
No abracadabra, pow! Or shazam!
Let me get your attention, over here.
1, 2, 3, NOW you may cheer!

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