Realmbreak
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
Amidst the strongest seeds grows the tallest ash tree.
It begins with small kernels shed covertly out there
Drops of oil
A sample of light stolen from current "gods"
Sparks converted from the formerly "godly"
The Invasion Tree grows inside the hollow of the world – inside the Seedcore
The world heretics called Mirrodin
Surviving in the metal underlayers of the now filled receptacle
Adaptable organs shuffled around
Parasites formerly parasitized by the Phyrexians
The demonym dying, not foretelling
Of an end beyond the death of their former prison home
The Glorious Façade, scabbed over the Mirrex
Skinning and stripping it for usable material
Below, the sky is lava above the fake forest
And below that, the sterile bordering the filthy bordering the mockery of sanctity
The Fair Basilica
The Mother of Machines is now the watcher
She too, exploiting hidden eyes as he
Mom waiting on child
Pride and joy, with neither pride nor joy
But superiority, not hyperfocused on a single plane
Realmbreaker, germinating
The black roots writhing…
Amidst the strongest seeds grows the tallest ash tree
Amidst the strongest seeds, the darkest ashes