A/N: This poem is about a Duelist trapped in the Shadow Realm. I see the Shadow Realm as a desolate place with nothing but loneliness all around. Do you?


Its black all around, there's nothing more I can see.
I sense eternal darkness here; but how can that be?
I look all around at this place with its desolate hollows.
And then a voice: "Welcome to the Realm of Shadows."

What can I do? I refuse to leave in shame,
Now that I've been challenged to a Shadow Game.

I grab my deck, shuffle, and get ready to start.
In this duel, I can only trust one thing: My heart.
The opposition is fierce; my foe has but one resolution.
And that would be my utter defeat and destruction.

I battle on, despite what I know all too well.
If I lose, I'll be banished to a place worse than Hell.
Monster after Monster I call, their strength to me they lend.
But one after another, to the Graveyard is where they get sent.

But in this darkness, no one can hear my crie.
With each passing minute, my voice dies.

I want to return to my world, with all it's beautiful light.
Won't someone help me hold back the night?