the Gathering

We playing commander, sipping drinks, feeling fine, Gathered at the table, it’s strategy time, Cards laid out, choices heavy like a ton, What deck to pick, man, the arguments begun. Got my creatures ready, but they’re eyeing my spells, “Choose the right colors, can’t be casting noells,” Counter it quick, or I’ll lose my whole plan, Debating the moves like we’re in a chess clan. Tapping those lands, I’m counting my mana, “Go with the elves, they’ll give you the stamina,” But I’m thinking big, maybe dragons will soar, The tension is rising, who’s keeping the score? Laughs and debates, it’s all part of the game, But when the dust settles, we’re all still the same, Just friends with some cards, and a table to share, In this commander life, there’s love in the air.