Watch closely- abra kadabra, Pledge to Turn...
And the bird is gone!
Were you watching closely?
Because the Prestige is waiting.
It's waiting...
Alakazam! And here's your bird.
I hate getting my hands dirty,
But bird blood stains, and the other way is expensive.
Smash the poor creature, let it's brother live.
Always keep a spare up your sleeve;
That one's only glad to be alive.
Pledge your soul, offer a Turnless deal-
Sacrifice everything for the Prestige.
Saw a man in half- use the bloodproof coffins
Cut off some fingers, a hand, an arm; get a crowd.
An eye's not much price to see them turn at the Turn-
Sacrifice everything for the Prestige.
Wizard's are lucky- they Pledge no Turn.
Wizards lose nothing, and gain the Prestige.
They can Pledge you a horse, and Turn it to rhino,
But they've lost nothing and gained the Prestige.
Magicians are not nearly so clean
Their Pledge is a woman, or a cat, or a boy.
They Turn to the audience, say no one will be harmed,
But the risk is there, if there's to be a Prestige.
Give me your wife- no, give me your son.
In fact, give me both- I'll put them in a box.
I'll strap them down tight, put flaming swords in their hides;
The blade in their throats, if I fail,
Won't let them scream.
I hired doubles for them, knew you'd be here with them.
Knew I might slip.
Only the trickle of blood from my box
Once they've Turned
May have the chance of ruining my Prestige.
There's no proof on me- you're family's gone, in a box
That I Pledged you all.
And the doubles- they've more parts to play.
I Pledged my soul in a Turnless deal
To sacrifice everything-
Because everything's worth it-
Because it was already lost-
When I realized what cost-
Lay within the Prestige.
So I saw "The Prestige" today. Excellent, excellent movie. This poem is dedicated to it. Anyone who hasn't seen it needs to, and those who have understand this poem a little better (or faster, at least) than those who haven't. Lots of trickery and plot twists in that movie- keeps you guessing. Loved it.
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