One day I asked a mortal man," Would you like to play a game? Should you win your prize will be power, wealth, and fame."

"Yes!" he cried. "I will play!" Eyes full of zeal.

How amusing it was, deciding so quick, that all of this was real.

How foolish and sad, he'd perish and die, this for sure I knew.

But who could blame him, even I'd accept! Hell, wouldn't you?

“A simple goal, a simple task, that's all I ask my friend.

Find another who plays my game, or else your lives will end.”

“Win or die?” he asked, full of fear. “Is there no other choice?”

“Don’t worry, it’s easy, only those who play can hear my voice.”

And then he kicked, cried, and wept. I told him, “Be gone!”

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And so he left.

He searched for another, from town to town.

“Seeking fellow lunatics,” said the people. “Oh what a clown!”

I mocked him every day, he knew he could not win.

Despair soon filled him, and so grew my grin.

Day after day he searched until night.

Months and years until he realized I was right.

“I am doomed to fail!” he cried, atop a tower.

“Hopeless I am, against this trickster’s power!”

He leapt high, high into the sky.

What can I say? How couldn’t he die?

Oh it really is sad, he never had a chance, we both know this to be true.

After all he would never find the other; slippery, sneaky, soon-to-be-dead you.