"Smoke and Mirrors" by Neil Gaiman.

"I'm thinking about England in the rain,

a strange theatre on the pier: a trail

of fear and magic, memory and pain.

The fear should be of going bleak insane,

the magic should be like a fairy tale.

I'm thinking about England in the rain.

The loneliness is harder to explain–

an empty place inside me where I fail,

of fear and magic, memory and pain.

I think of a magician and a skein

of truth disguised as lies. You wear a veil.

I'm thinking about England in the rain…

The shapes repeat like some bizarre refrain

and there's a sword, a hand, and there's a grail

of fear and magic, memory and pain.

The wizard waves his wand and we turn pale,

tells us sad truths, but all to no avail.

I'm thinking about England in the rain

of fear and magic, memory and pain."