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.