Come by tonight when the moon is perched on the tip of the raven’s wing; a party crasher will come entertain us with parlour tricks and silly pranks but I swear to you now, what makes him such a riot is his wicked, wicked sense of humour.

He leaves no footprints; no sign to mark his passing except a glittering trail; a billion shards of broken glass spiked with poison to cut the brain.


The Prophet of Intentions takes a bow before the audience; he claims to have wandered in because he got lost but I know better…. beware the Magic man; he is both kind and cruel.

He is the liar who strays not from the truth; for the best amongst the liars are the ones who stay closest to the truth. He is skilled in blurring the thin line that distinguishes one from the other; like the art of blending black and white into a million different shades of gray.

Notorious party crasher; trouble maker; heart-breaker at your service.

Magic Man, Magic Man who are you?

Answer: http://www.answers.com/topic/intention

Prophet of Intentions

The beast was here all along…