Each day at sunset
The sun plays its magic trick
Vanishing bit by bit
Just like a magician showing scary and dangerous tricks
But we believe that we know
That everything would be alright
The rabbit and the bird would be alive
The man cut in half would be whole again
With not even a hair touched or tousled
And thus with such a promise
The sun says goodbye to us
Like a shackled Houdini diving into the deep dreary depths of darkness only to surface the next morning.
Under Transformation 