Master of Strings

Fingers dance like whispers through the sand. Strings of power weave,

I understand. Shadowed hands they pull, they demand. Who is the

master who takes a stand? Master of strings, master of fate. Bowing to none,

yet it's too late. Twist and turn, no escape from the threads.

Master of control, where the path treads. Golden dunes reflect the fire in

the eye. Chains unseen stretch across the sky. Every step, every breath,

asking why. Tangled in a web, you live or you die.

Who holds the knife? Who cuts the cord? Who breaks the