Many hoary decades have passed since that dark hallowed night,
'Twas an evening when the rook wed an unwelcomed flight;
Every eve of that pernicious night comes this transcendental wind,
Sending an intrapsychic message from earth's infinite spin;
This praxis is well known by all necromancers: séance,
Communing with the spirit's dangerous liaison;
Renaissance of the greatest escape artist suddenly reappears,
Possibly a hidden code or clue hides behind the missing years,
Depths of mystery, and passion unknown and uncharted,
Communication between the living and the departed;
We have called him, Lord of Handcuffs, and Monarch of Leg Shackles,
And indisputably, The King of Chains and Manacles;
Defying his destined fate with acts of bondage and insecurity,
Creating a barrier of conflicting mental disturbance and obscurity,
Eventually, he became the greatest escapologist ever to be,
This rarity was none other than Harry Houdini.
- John Hardesty
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