A veil of crimson clouds her sight, Her freedom bound in endless night. The Mastermind, with cunning hand, Weaves his schemes, a deadly strand.
He watches, grinning, from his throne, A maze of riddles his mind has sown. Who dares to step where shadows creep? Where answers hide and silence speaks?
To win the game, you must outthink, Walk the edge where cowards shrink. The keys to power lie not in might, But in piercing through his crafted night.
One move, one slip, his wrath will fall, Yet brave the dance, and claim it all. The winner's name will ring through skies, The veil undone, her blinded eyes.
The heiress waits, her fate untied, Her heart the prize for him who tried. Break the bind, her soul you'll save— And cast the lord to a shadowed grave.
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