Thar she lies, throwing ye into confusion,
your deepest secrets surface from her extrusion.
For none joyfully quite dare admit,
that this shadow dragon's got much wit.
She buffs jewels, lamps, and swords,
a collection of items that fool's reward.
One wink of the eye, and they'll soon forget,
that this is a master of tricks they're dealing with.
Her items never have to be in their prime,
The other's got bling, she's got all the time.
When others first beckon, "believe" their gloating,
For when she's won, those gloats she'll be quoting.
They stand chin up, arms resting on the table,
They speak only in fancy repetitive fables.
She nods, smirking, "Please tell me more."
She's taken the field, now it's time to score.
One by one the cards unfold,
The other would do better wearing a blindfold.
Now that Finch has it, they'll want it back,
calling upon other merchants, it's time to attack.
They've fallen into a her master trap,
A twisting maze and she's got the map.
At the end of the day she holds the whole deck,
Everyone has not even a speck.
Now to her ship, her Maren Spearmaiden protects,
She stashes away all her acquired objects.
She'll sort out the poor and keep the best,
Something to bring back to the bird's nest.
She sets a course back to her home near the cove,
but maybe she'll stop by another treasure trove.
As she returned home, a few words she remembered in her head,
You can either have a few grains, or take home the whole loaf of bread.
With that she headed out into the ocean from the bay,
She'll be back to outsmart them again another day.