One Each.

Sliver

To me a sliver must always
recall the heady halcyon days
of youth, and Magic cards.

Slivers came in every colour,
black and white and red all over,
as well as blue and green.

Each sliver’s stat-augmenting skill
applied to all its kin til killed,
the whole the sum of parts.

And though I sold or gave away
my cards some years ago, today
I think of slivers still.

I think of slivers, old Urza,
the fruitful Elves of Llanowar,
and dark Dark Rituals,

the stench of the Phyrexian slag,
the noble angels, evil hags
on which our decks were built.

And looking back, though it ain’t purty,
I recollect: God we were nerdy,
but nerdy we were gods.