Returning the Curse

You look at me, but you fail to see
You look at me, but you fail to see
So this disguise is enough to fool
Your arrogance and your sense of self control
Despite your nervous disposition
And your fearful superstitions
Here I stand — in your line of vision
You call yourself a dark magician
You look at me, but you fail to see
You look at me, but you fail to see
I am but feet away waiting to work my plan
The curse held tightly now within my trembling hand
I pass the paper — anticipate
You take it willingly — You walk away!
You look at me, but you fail to see
You look at me, but you fail to see