A/N: As requested by Cheetoh Frito, a poem on Marik / Marriku! Enjoy pplz!

I stand here in the darkness, with neither shadow nor howl.
Cold and rigid, my face hidden beneath a cowl.
In my pale hands I carry a staff resembling a golden pod.
Small it may be, but don't underestimate my Millennium Rod.

My minions and I seek those cards so priceless; here and there.
I stand back with a cold grin, watching my Hunters of the Rare.
My Rod glows and waves back and forth, and my words are rarely blunt,
As I say, "Now my Rare Hunters, it is time to begin the Hunt!"

Few have stood in my way, and all of them have been defeated.
I stand at my post like a stubborn ruler whom is deep-seated.
My looks may be calm, sometimes piercing, and often not charmless.
Beware, come too close, and you find I'm not so harmless.

I fight on day by day, with nobody but my Rod and me.
Someday, I will win what I so deserve; power and Eternity.