Swamps and fire, <br />forests and seas, <br />plains tapped to cast a ward of green, <br />As Gods we fight to be the winning hand, <br />destroying creatures destroying land. <br />With nettling imps and poisonous lure, <br />we'll wipe out your board while frozen in fear, <br />With evil presence we howl from beyond <br />The damage done our opponents gone. <br />Onto the next battle we fight, <br />against creatures and demons gifted with flight. <br />The bog imp the ghost ship <br />the vampire and his bite. <br />The Serra Angel, the seaserpent with an enchantment of flight. <br />On and on we wage our wars <br />until our host chaos closes the doors. <br />Red of the Keldon <br />Green of the wurm, <br />White of the righteousness the lightning burn. <br />As we play our hands and the spells are cast, <br />It's Magic the Gathering reaping past.<br /><br />Heather Kemper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-the-gathering/
