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Sorin Markov — Avacyn Was Mine: MTG Song

Avacyn… From my blood, from my penance you rose. When Markov’s line devoured the fields, when churches fell and angels kneeled, I carved a covenant into the sky, a guardian born so men would not die. Silver sigils, haloed chain, I bound the night, I named the bane. Innistrad trembled beneath its sins so I gave it something to believe in. But faith is a fragile design, and even angels can fracture… Avacyn was mine forged from grief I would not show. Avacyn was mine the mercy I could not bestow. Avacyn was mine my answer to the endless dark. And I shattered my own creation with a blade through its heart. You sealed the demon in Helvault stone, left Griselbrand to rot alone. But when the vault was torn apart, corruption whispered through your heart. Madness in alabaster wings, fire falling from cathedral spires, humans screaming in your light holy judgment turned to pyre. When the archangel burned the land, I knew what had to be done… Avacyn was mine my final absolution. Avacyn was mine my most divine illusion. Avacyn was mine and as her halo split in two, I ended what I made… because I had to. Creator. Executioner. Balance demands sacrifice. Innistrad lives. That is the only thing that matters. And yet— Avacyn was mine the last light I dared to weave. Avacyn was mine the one thing I believed. Avacyn was mine and no eternal throne above will judge me harsher than the memory of her blood.