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A flurry of magic emerging from hand Strengthening ties through the playing of land The power of green and her mana filled plays Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways Ultimate power paid through the blood price An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice The power of black till the goal has been seized The potence of death through this color unleashed With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike And the duel is over in the speed of light The power of red passion boiling inside And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried Through carefully studying the knowledge of old To ponder upon what the future may hold The power of blue seeks control till the end And counters against what their opponent may send But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night And not all is lost when there is still light The power of white unites the steadfast A determined struggle from the first to the last Decks filled with creatures great and small A decision to make to go wide or go tall? Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green Spells cast in hand what a magical scene None of those spells are as enchanting as you My magical poet of red, white, and blue
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC
To My Magical Poet
A flurry of magic emerging from hand Strengthening ties through the playing of land The power of green and her mana filled plays Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways Ultimate power paid through the blood price An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice The power of black till the goal has been seized The potence of death through this color unleashed With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike And the duel is over in the speed of light The power of red passion boiling inside And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried Through carefully studying the knowledge of old To ponder upon what the future may hold The power of blue seeks control till the end And counters against what their opponent may send But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night And not all is lost when there is still light The power of white unites the steadfast A determined struggle from the first to the last Decks filled with creatures great and small A decision to make to go wide or go tall? Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green Spells cast in hand what a magical scene None of those spells are as enchanting as you My magical poet of red, white, and blue
Snekula
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18/On a Pacific Island
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC
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