It is time at last to bid farewell
To Rishada, and its infamous ports
The Masques shall now stop
For a spell
The fires will be somewhat quenched
When the Blastoderms retreat
Back to their jungles, with Saps drenched
No more planeswalkers shall they eat
The skies may now be free at last
Of Airships, Hatchlings and Spirits
An Odyssey ahead, a new cast
To mark the squadron’s exit
What shall the blue mage do?
When made to pay in full
Instead of returning lands of blue
To Thwart and possibly to Foil
Rest in peace, Lin-Sivvi
We knew you only too well
Bring to another your anarchy
Known under the name”rebel”
Adieu to those confounded Tangle Wires
The red mage must find another way
To bring upon us the dismay
Of lands destroyed by his Wildfires
Ahead of us now an Odyssey
Of unbounded proportions
Tales have started of the Mirari
A relic that offers redoubled solutions
What shall the next era bring
None shall say, but in a fortnight
The Masques shall go, and I shall sing
Of Magic renewed – and nary a Port in sight.