Sunburst
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
When the fifth sun rose, Mirrodin saw its first true dawn.
Shrapnel awakens, sawtoothed, to all suns' dawn
The green Lyese soaring to join her sister moons or suns
In the swallowing clouds and steel-wind manta-common reaches of the sky
The metal below bracing for the infusion of mana
Arrowlike in doubling energy. Explosive as a heliophial
Drawn from the prismatic, chromatic spheres now a complete composite
Abundance to add to a world carved in void by its mirror-averted creator
This golem plane a golem shaped diligently
Which its golem guardian leeched a scrounged populace to
Touched by rust, fatigue, and lives that are shackles of the ensouled
Souls that are helmed in artifice. Mere scimitars grasped in a petty, grand fist
Yet like the fifth sun, incorporated – effortlessly, into Mirrodin's engineered ecosphere
Of gold, silver, lead, iron, and copper
As if the relic-world always knew it'd acquire the lunar wanderings of another
A baton of courage to reflect fivefold light's torch
Avenge the pentad-less past
And carry the collectible bipeds, quadropods, sauropods…away from
The echoing calm
The pulse of the grid
The burden of greed
The tears of rage
And infested rootholds
Into the scrying, clearwater insight of
Armed response
Serum visions
Endless whispers
Ion storms
And rite of passage
That stands firm where the Solarion threshes its teeth
At the Fifth Dawn before the spinal parasite reintroduces its poison