Ancient Equilor lies upon Time's furthest edge,
And there, knowledge was hoarded, but locked by a pledge,
Dominaria rests at the nexus of planes,
And while Shandalar wanders, the nexus remains,
And the Hist'ry of which stretches thousands of years,
When the Elders of Dragons were chief amongst fears,
And their tyranny, pillared by terror and fire,
Broke in war against brothers and fell to the pyre,
Then the Primeval dragons held powers unknown,
Til the Numena stole them to capture their throne,
And when their power waned, came the Thran's mighty realm,
And it ushered the ages with man at its helm.
Then a dragon constructed, and died in his spheres,
Which then Yawgmoth corrupted through thousands of years,
And Phyrexia grew like a festering sore,
Throughout Urza and Mishra's deplorable war,
But the blast from the Sylex would come at a price,
For the following age would be crushed ‘neath the ice,
With the Shard of Twelve Worlds by the Conclave destroyed,
The Phyrexians spread, their infections deployed,
But with Urza's return, he prepared for his stand,
With Tolaria, bloodlines, the Legacy plan,
Although none could prevent the Invasion come due,
Still the Weatherlight tried with her spirited crew,
Though the nations had gathered, allegiances paid,
Still they died by the thousands when Rath overlaid,
And then Yawgmoth returned in a black cloud of doom,
But was killed by the blast of the Glimmering Moon,
Then a century passed in comparable peace,
But the woes of the world were not ready to cease,
There appeared the Mirari, a power so great,
That Otaria burned, every tribe, every state,
And so Karn called it back to his metal-born plane,
But Phyrexian oil corrupted again,
And then Memnarch conspired for loftier heights,
And unwittingly crafted Phyrexian sites,
Kamigawa had mirrored ambition so dark,
As Lord Konda had stolen Divinity's spark,
And then started a war betwixt spirit and man,
That would shatter their bond and would ravage the land.
Then the streets of the city-plane Ravnica burned,
As the truths of the Guildpact were finally learned,
And when back to the Nexus we finally did shift,
And the horror that's caused by the temporal rift,
Nearly all could be lost to reality bending,
But the planeswalkers mourn the results of the Mending,
From the folly and dangers of ravaging time,
We proceeded to Lorwyn, a plane most sublime,
Although something about it just didn't seem right,
Then we saw the Aurora transform it to night,
And then Bolas, who wished for his power replaced,
Sought to harness the power that laid Shards to waste,
His grand plots with Alara met failure and worse,
So he planned the release of the Eldrazi curse,
So he sent forth his minions from near and from far,
And for reasons unknown he doomed poor Zendikar,
The Phyrexians worked to replace their dead god,
While we turned our attention to dark Innistrad,
There the forces of darkness would rise in assault,
Until Avacyn burst like a star from her Vault,
As the angels, in victory, try to rebuild,
We return once again to the city of Guilds,
And so ends our short history, crafted in rhyme,
That shall serve as a summary of all of Time.