A/N: I wrote this poem on the Dark Magician a little while ago, but forgot to upload it! Enjoy, pplz. -Yuke

My magic comes from the shadows dark,
The ever shifting blackness, they power my mage's mark.
My staff and I are one, our entwined,
With every attack, my might you'll find.

I am the strongest Spellcaster that you'll find,
For my power boggle's the opposition's mind.
I have many tricks up my sleeve, different effects to be seen,
Invoke me, if it is on winning that you are keen.

Combine me with the Mystic Box, lock me within,
Watch closely, my trick is about to begin!
Swords rain down, they skewer the box,
And so unfolds the paradox!

The doors open, but what really causes the awe,
Is the fact that I emerge without a scar!
Instead, an enemy card has been maimed,
The tides of this battle have changed!

But don't ask me how I did this, I'll be very discreet,
"You know a good Magician never reveals his secret!"