Is Scuttlemutt thy closest friend? Why, mage,
Dost thou revise thy color choice so soon?
First white as virgin snow, then red with rage,
And now more green than hellebore in June.
'Tis true that other planeswalkers have strayed
And, seeking novelty, old shades foregone;
On Garruk's soul corruption's veil was laid
And Sarkhan lost his mind as Bolas' pawn.
Are these the champions thou wouldst emulate?
Wilt thou next kneel in an Orzhov nave?
Turn skyknight and defend Prahv's regal gate?
Or grovel as an Elder Dragon's slave?
Alack! A bold white leonin and true
Should not be a chameleon in hue.