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Banished by the circle for the secrets he'd let go

(Little parlour tricks even a five year old would know)

Abraca-bloody-dabra didn't cut it any more

Casting proper charms was what he was looking for

Karma was a thing in which he'd never quite believed

Mumbo-jumbo really; for the terminally aggrieved

After all, we're at fates' call; or so it always seems

Getting his revenge was no longer just pipe dreams

It's a pity that a circle can be spellbound by a square

Catharsis came in darkest flame; and so did some thin air...