Hidden in shadows stands the Prince of Dark Fates
Centered in his web, with its countless strands.
Shrouded in darkness, patiently he waits
Playing on the strings of those who are his hands.
His voice whispers words of guile and deceit,
Softly playing on the fears of the weak
Or luring fools with promises sweet,
But those who listen will find what they seek.
Trust is a treasure to rarely bestow.
Find strands of the web and watch who they bind.
Words are the magic to change friend and foe.
Many are the masks that hide one's true mind.
So listen child, to what is known to few:
The best of lies is the one that is true.