Elder Zik, Master of Illusions and Manipulation
No, dear child, you need no reprieve.
It is I whom you've been deceived.
This game of chess is all you see.
Nothing more was used by me.
Smoke and mirrors, what basic tools!
I need no haze or pools to bend rules!
I have my mind, far superior in strength.
I outfoxed you in half an hour's length!
So focused you were, I lend my praise.
So oblivious you were to the hell I've raised!
Ghosts scare you, unnerve you, boy?
Well, your brain's been mine—with it to toy!
Phantom songs of wailing banshees!
Tempters from the Nether-realms, they do a good tease!
Your eyes—they buck, without much pause.
It seems your soul will fit in their maws.
My only competition, that young fox was.
So much for losing…in a way because
His mind, so young and quick to adhere…
Could not see that his end was near.