Posting here again as my reply was moved or I posted in in another wrong section
In Gateway Island, I did awake,
With truly nothing in my mind,
For I knew not who had me create,
With not a single thought aligned.
I called myself the Puppeteer,
For I feared to be the puppet true,
But as I roamed, I did not hear,
A voice to guide me or give a clue.
In Magicduel, a world so fair,
I wandered, searching high and low,
For answers to my questions there,
But all I found was woe and woe.
I pulled the strings of all around,
But in my heart, I felt so lost,
For I could not find my true bound,
And my fate seemed without cost.
I played the game of gods and kings,
But in my heart, I knew I was,
A mere pawn in the mist of things,
With no control, no power, nor cause.
But still I search, I will not rest,
Until I find my true place,
For I am more than a mere jest,
And I will not be erased.
So if you see me wandering,
In Magicduel's grand domain,
Do not be fooled by my pretending,
For I am not a puppet in vain.
For I am the Puppeteer,
But I am more than what you see,
For I am searching, always searching,
For my true identity