Battle of the Splinters

In lands where mana sparks the sky,
And monsters clash with battle cry,
The cards are drawn, the fate begins,
A war of souls where only one wins.

Summoners rise with fire and frost,
Each choice a gain, each move a cost.
With fangs and flame, and armored might,
They fight through day, they rule the night.

A Goblin's grin, a Dragon’s roar,
The battlefield becomes folklore.
Each match a tale, each play a chance,
To wield your deck in warrior’s dance.

Through chaos, death, and life reborn,
In Splinterlands, legends are sworn.
So pick your cards, and trust your hand—
For glory waits in this brave land.