The Wizard’s Game
Welcome to the Wizard’s game,Where the rules twist and burn.In his hands,
he wields the flame,Of dreams that won’t return.Through the maze,
the answers hide,The past and future blurred.In his voice,
the storm resides,Each lie a spoken word.
The ticking clock whispers his creed, a hymn of shadowed lore,Time’s a thief,
a ruthless seed, that leaves the heart unsure.“This city bends,
it does not break,” his voice drips sharp and sly,“Through your despair,
I’ll twist and take, and watch your spirit die.”
The Wizard’s words can guide your hand
or lead you into night,A shattered throne in a crooked land,
where wrong feels almost right.In this city where emerald fades,
your fate’s a fleeting flame,A pawn lost
in his cruel charades—forever in the game.