Let’s Talk about Eldraine

Planeswalker, 

The invaders are gone. Tranquility spreads its balm, 
but the silence is now a distracting, disquieting psalm.
The spell hangs heavy, enshrouding the town, 
with whisphers of the unknown, an enigma for renown. 

Seemingly whimsical, enchanting, and bright; 
Yet, within a realm of unrelenting fright. 
Knights, who joust in honour, are now distant lore... 
while inhabitants are deep, asleep under the moon's gentle glow. 

Faeries flit and flutter, with mischievous glee, 
Witches hunt and cast, with unjust glee, 
In Eldraine's embrance, enchantments take flight, 
A realm of Slumber, where dreams ignite.