Master of the game
Like a wanderer in this frenzied world
Walking along the path of the nomad
A spirit held tight, and the face all wrought
Dragging along to the end of the world
To reach a destination so mystical
The crawling now gives birth to a limp
Dark shadows eclipse the reflections
Of the wicked master of the game
Disappearing into an abode of dreams
While nightmares are the color he spreads
An illusion blown away to mere dust
An illusion never to be seen, never heard
The sea, heavy with tides, dark and deep
The four sides wrapping warmth within
Dark steely nights to glorious golden dawns
Magnificent greens to the dithering clouds in grey
This is where you breathe, this is your life
Rest while you can, for your journey has just begun.
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