1. Rabiah (not dark)
2. Sertaria - Gentev
3. Vatraquaz
4. Rabiah (again)
5. Moag
6. Aralheim
7. Time Distortion

Planechase II

I found my prey beneath the sun,
Upon the plane that once was one,
Yet now a thousand more exist,
Which lie beyond, between, betwixt,
In burning sands she made her home,
Beneath an alabaster dome,
I found her there, so ill-prepared
To battle those who came and dared
Attack her with such might and main
And so she fled her mirrored plane.

I chased her through the endless Blind
Eternities. She hoped to find,
A haven from my vengeful wrath,
And thus she forged a desperate path,
From Rabiah, its desert sand,
She found another likewise land,
Sertaria, in Gentev rough,
We fought, but she had had enough,
And so she fled, just as before,
As I pursued, to end this war.

And I could sense her growing fear,
Whenever I was growing near,
She knew I’d breach her poor defenses,
And though the aether claimed our senses,
It seemed she screamed through bated breath,
At me, the herald of her death.
She stopped just briefly, and she stalled,
On Vatraquaz, I think it’s called,
But then she flew away once more,
As I just scowled and raged and swore.

I ‘walked again, and found her track,
And to my shock, she ventured back,
To Rabiah, where we’d began,
And where she’d lived but fled and ran,
Again I came to her great house,
And still she fled, a frightened mouse,
She ran on legs across the sands,
And what is that, within her hands?
I tried to look and tried to see,
But once again she flew from me.

It seems my prey prefers the heat,
That’s offered as the sunshine’s treat,
For when we once more touched the ground,
The Fields of Summer spread around,
The sky was kissed by summer’s love,
And gentle clouds would float above,
But then I focused my dark eyes,
Away from those bucolic skies,
And to the one I’d come to slay,
Who shook in fear, and ‘walked away.

And now her favored heat is lost,
And buried underneath the frost,
She knows by now she’s out of time,
No savoir lies on Aralheim,
For here the sun which gives its light,
Is found within the depths of night,
Her terror-ridden eyes can see,
This land is suited more to me,
And with a sad and tired yelp,
She vainly flies to find some help.

We flew into the aether then,
The question isn’t if, but when,
I know she’s growing tired now,
It’s time to take the final bow,
It’s time, but wait, I’m moving back,
Withdrawing from my dark attack!
What game is this? What twisted sport?
And why does time seem to distort?
And what’s she got? I must away!
For now the predator is prey!

Toll

Through the sludge of the swampland our paths have been laid,
And those roads make demands of the price to be paid,
Too steep for us to tell,
In the darkness we tremble in crippling fear,
When we fall from the silence and suddenly hear,
The deadly Kormus Bell.

Far above, in the cloudy and darkening sky,
From a place where no usual bells ever fly,
There comes that dreadful knell,
Its cacophony falls like the rain from a cloud,
As it grows ever stranger, and ever more loud;
The dire Kormus Bell.

All the bogs seem to churn at the weight of its notes,
And our screams start to die in the backs of our throats,
Before we sound a yell,
Then the ground starts to lurch like a sentient thing,
As it moves to the rhythm of each doleful ring,
That flies from Kormus Bell.

Now the once-stagnant waters are shown to be lies,
As it stares through its hunger without any eyes,
At where your feet just fell,
You had thought, in the daylight, you'd found paradise,
But then darkness had fallen, demanding its price,
Just like the Kormus Bell.

As the marshes are reaching with bramble-vine hands,
For the succulent tithe that your passing demands,
To cross this living hell,
You can see as the last of the light of the day,
Turns an uncaring eye on the price you must pay,
The toll of Kormus Bell.

And yet still you can sense, like a spirit that haunts,
There's a strange sort of beauty that living land flaunts,
Behind that eerie spell,
This whole land is enchanting, you find yourself thrilled,
For you know that what's living can also be killed,
By that same Kormus Bell.

Jarad vod Savo’s Dead

Black and white a painted skull face
Back on your track
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
The bugs have lost their willpower
The zombies have been fed
Damp fungus lines the dreadlocks
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Cloaked Izzet spies sneak ‘bout his tomb
Not been seen for hours
Lured into grisly doom
Piled up in his council room
To count
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
Jarad vod Savo’s dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Undead

The Collector

Through vast bazaars and tiny shops,
In each museum, every church,
I’ve made my patient, hopeful stops,
And pressed my dear, eternal search.

In blowing snows and blazing sands,
So many now have heard my name,
I walk the planes, traverse the lands,
And search for artifacts to claim.

I’ve searched for treasures everywhere,
From both the living and the dead,
I’ve spoken long with locals there,
And heeded well the things they’ve said.

The words of one, a spiteful man,
Cut deep, like some serrated knife,
And there my latest quest began,
As he told me to get a life.

For days I thought upon those words,
Which haunted dreams throughout the night,
They swooped like flocks of vengeful birds,
‘Till I conceded he was right.

And so I forged another road,
A goal on which to set my eyes,
And after time, my fortune showed
Me every aspect of my prize.

The first of all the gifts I found,
A vessel pure from which to sup,
A treasure prized and much renowned,
Was this, a lovely Ivory Cup.

I thought it could be better still,
A thing to tie us all together,
And so to catch celestial skill,
I plucked myself an Angel's Feather.

The quest’s not over, not by half,
There’s so much left before I’m done,
And next I found this pristine staff,
The tool of mages of the Sun.

I’m making strides, that’s plain to see,
But islands give a different nod,
Another lock had found a key,
When I beheld this Crystal Rod.

Yet still a greater, rarer jewel,
Is found beneath the azure sky,
And as I am no wasteful fool,
I claimed the mighty Kraken's Eye.

But like the staff of sunlight’s glare,
Another pole I knew I’d find,
And now the two will form a pair,
The staff of mages of the Mind.

The swamps were far less pleasant, though,
But there I walked, and all alone,
And in the bogs I dared to go,
I found a chair of crafted Bone.

The marshes are such dreary places,
Where shadows and your fears are born,
And there I stole from gnarled faces,
A darker prize, my Demon's Horn.

Though darker powers lay in wait,
Intent to steal my final breath,
I still obtained, through luck and fate,
The mage’s staff of rot and Death.

The mountains climbed up strong and high,
The range spread on so very far,
And there I found, I can’t say why,
This form, a fallen Iron Star.

Here, fire burns too strong and hot,
Like flames from out volcano’s maw,
Yet still I struggled, strove and fought,
And won the mighty Dragon's Claw.

This journey’s like an endless laugh,
A fun and joyful children’s game,
For just like that, I won the staff,
That warmed the Magus of the Flame.

Where predators are thick and free,
And prey will hide in abject fear,
Beneath the shading canopy,
I found this simple, Wooden Sphere.

But trees will bend and break apart,
Beneath the weight of nature’s truth,
As thunder pounded in my heart,
I met the Wurm, and stole his Tooth.

And every staff I found had brothers,
Each one a rare and unique child,
I found the fifth to join the others,
Once of the Magus of the Wild.

Now I’ll return to where I came,
And make that spiteful man regret
The words he spoke against my name,
And trap his soul within my Net!

The Price We Pay

The mind’s a vast and depthless sea,
Potential bound in endless sleep,
And there the power waits for me,
To bravely delve the blackened deep.

Ideas are like the precious ore,
We must extract from where they hide,
We’re always seeking something more,
To harvest secrets found inside.

The windfall found from deep below
The surface holds the power sought,
And soon the world and I shall know,
The bounds of strength that I have got.

But nothing gained is gained for free,
And sacrifices must be made,
For all the power brought to me
Was bought at prices steeply paid.

When sunlight glares through clear-blue skies,
And all my allies stalk the ground,
My mind is filled with hopes and lies,
And there, my power’s truly found!

But when that sun has fled behind
The far horizon in the night,
I struggle, hoping I can find
A reason why I chose to fight.

This life’s unjust, and cheats to win,
When playing its own heartless game,
Who cares what hero I have been,
When I cannot recall my name?

This devil’s tool upon my skull,
This grafting, my eternal sin,
Each night it claims, in endless cull,
The glories I have sought to win.

Each night, the skullcap weaves its spell,
And memories forever fade,
And soon, I know, I will as well
Forget the price that I have paid.

Forbidden Orchard

On the lee of the rainbow which conquers the sky,
When the rains of the storm have subsided,
Is an orchard forbidden to each mortal eye,
On the place where this world was divided.

In the garden of daybreak, the crane and the swan
Perch like statues on mirror-still waters.
In the warming embrace of the immortal dawn,
They escape from man's vices and slaughters.

This sweet land is a haven from all of mankind,
A protection from all worldly places,
Where the blesséd and fortunate journey to find
Some reprieve from the mortal disgraces.

Yet a dangerous shadow may fall on this view,
Sometimes even eternity falters,
When the beauty is sacrificed, veiled in the dew,
Like the blood as it flows from the altars.

For the beauty and power that's horded within
Is a gem that the greedy desire,
And each sullied and tainted step there is a sin,
Which then burns at the Orchard like fire.

And yet something else lingers beneath all the trees,
Like the nurturing roots, only deeper,
And their eyes are the willows, their voice is the breeze,
While they creep like a dream on the sleeper.

Every time that the Orchard's polluted by those,
With their eyes only set on her prizes,
Then the Orchard herself notes which way that he goes,
And another of her spirits rises.

They will see the despoiler is punished for good,
And the Orchard remains ever hidden,
For the taint of mortality, just as it should,
Is a sin that is harshly forbidden.

Beyond the Shadows

In drowning silence, smothering these halls,
The darkness chokes the lonely candle flame,
This place, where corpses of my fortune fall,
Has formed my tomb. Eidemtel is my name.

Beyond the shadows, lightning’s thund’rous wrath,
Exhumes the deadened skies in ceaseless storm,
Despite the mirrors lined along my path,
I rarely turn to gaze upon my form.

The past’s a murky, dreary, dreadful thing,
That floats like phantoms through the midnight air,
An echoed dirge is all it ever sings,
Yet every time I look, there’s nothing there.

The silence shatters, howls upon the wind,
This ancient manor whispers when it rains,
The specters’ call is echoed! Doubled! Twinned!
With every step, I hear the groan of chains!

I hear a voice come calling from behind,
I spin around, but only darkness stares!
Yet still, beyond the shadows in my mind,
There waits some vile defiler of my prayers.

Another ghostly cry, it sounds so near!
And to my right, a shadow crossed my eyes,
I slowly turn while quivering in fear,
My heart, a frozen shard in my surprise.

The candle dances on a twisted wick,
Its flame provides a tiny sphere of light,
Beyond the shadows, looking pale and sick,
I see a silhouette within the night.

I freeze as if a statue made of stone,
I stand, immobilized upon this place,
For what I see, I think was once my own,
Upon the mirror there, I see my face.

The eyes that stare at mine are wide and wild,
The mouth is open, an eternal scream,
His panic, like a lost and frightened child,
That haunts me in my dark and endless dream.

But then his screech comes clawing at my ears,
I pray for mercy, always finding none,
Until, at last, I cannot face my fears,
And so, in terror, turn my back to run!

But now my fortune truly has been had,
A lifetime’s luck I mournfully amass,
For as I turn, this soul, who’s mirror-mad,
I see my name I wrote upon the glass.