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In the distance, I hear a clamor

The steed approaches, a gallop of fury

Born from the divine shadows

The horseman rides with deity

The strength, the poise

The power and nobility

The horseman comes to a halt

Stares solemnly

He surrenders the reins

And dismounts from the creature

A prince of the night, and a ruler of blight

As he walks with the stature of gods

He approaches to share his insight

You have endured disheartening sorrow

Are headed for the gallows

A kingdom can be yours, if you join me

Fortune will be infinite

Your fame will have no limits

In time, your wishes will come true, if you join me

As my pockets fill with greed

My goals entirely within my reach

My time approaches, I will be king

I trust the deal, avoid its breach

The strength, the greed

The power and nobility

From rags to riches

I prosper solemnly

I gaze at my assets

I stare at my new wealth

In awe, yes, I’m fit to be king

My new world is near

And the rags are afar

In my castle I sing

My nights become sleepless

My days become helpless

I fear the loss of my domain

Of the game

I must stay ahead

But my household

Has left me for dead

And I surely cannot refrain

From displaying my flair

And all that I have gained

To reduce the despair

He surrenders the reins

And dismounts from the creature

Bestower of plight, as a black suited knight

He approaches to gain a new soul

Will I grant him my story to rewrite?