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