A Planeswalker Poem
Created By: R.R.
Out walking one day,
In the cool mists of May,
Discover I did,
Something quite sordid,
Twas a corpse that I saw,
The wounds she bore were bloody and raw,
Even so grotesquely inscribed,
Engraved in her skin designs of a tribe,
Suddenly the runes glowed a light pink,
flowing furiously fast like ink,
Brighter and brighter did she shine,
I thought I lost half my mind,
It was then that I had,
I was officially mad,
For she soon arose,
and crinkled her nose,
The look of disdain,
Was clear and plain,
She slightly frowned,
I feared I would drown,
In her cold astute gaze,
Surely I could not be phased,
By the glint in her eyes,
But what I thought were just lies,
For as soon as she spoke,
My resolve was broke,
Her words were foreign and laced,
With the elegance and grace,
Of a seductive siren goddess,
No, she was not modest,
My vocabulary was useless,
Against a woman so ruthless,
My body disobeyed,
Every command that I gave,
With the flick of her wrist,
I tried to resist,
Forward I walked,
I was in utter shock,
When her teeth sank into my skin,
Where was my angel Avacyn?
Moaning as she stole,
My very own immortal soul,
Looking back on it now,
I'm in awe at how,
Completely I had been saved,
Though many think I'm enslaved,
One hundred years ago,
I could not see the tapestry she wove,
Nor shall I ever see the eternal rest,
All because of my mistress, Lilliana Vess.