Soul Reaper

The undead chess master moves his pieces with precision,
Hustling for another round with an eerie grin.
Did he let me win the first round?
The rewards are great, but now my soul is on the line.
He always seems to know my next move,
And with each game, his grip on my soul grows tighter.
I can't escape his grasp, no matter how hard I try.
He has me trapped in an endless cycle of death and decay.