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Forge of Freedom, a Poem about Phyrexian Praetor, Urabrask
By Melanpiriks Posted in Blog, Magic the Gathering on November 10, 2022 0 Comments 2 min read
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Here’s the next Phyrexian Praetor, Urabrask… one thing I noticed while going down the WUBRG order is that the further one gets, the lesser is known about the Praetor (Vorinclex might not be as mysterious as Urabrask, but that’s mostly because the red one actually gets more focus to explain his mysteries). Anyway, enough of my pre-talk, enjoy!

When All will be One
Who will be free?

From fiery furnaces I come
From cold-hearted hell I flee
Traitor call me some
For escaping family

Work needs to be done so great
It will reforge the very fate
In Cores underneath the ground
Little sanctuary can be found

There is no reason without
Feelings able to be unbound
And so it is that eventually I
Will have to bid my siblings goodbye

So prideful of the things they lost
But is pride not the origin?
Have never met any real kin
And slowly am paying the cost

Tossed aside and left ignored
Is a role I can wholeheartedly afford
Staying hidden is the best trait
To reforge my very fate

Unison is not a united goal
My revolution may have little coal
But if it only gets a small roll
They shall nonetheless pay the toll

Heretic abominations in the end don’t matter
The multiverse faces a reshape
A shot in the guts will serve as letter
That my passion they never will escape

The smallest of evils still should have no trust
Even I have the urge to turn all to dust
Yet with compassion I can contain
What my family lets wildly rein

One day I shall return, filled with determination
To a devastating home in dire need of renovation
While victory might bring me close to starvation
Skin and metal are no opposites but a combination

Peace never was my goal
Pieces of it, although…

#mtg #magicthegathering #poetry

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