Listen here, for what I have is most important —
a bulletin from the future, for which your eyes to peer.
Do not be offended, your futures are owned by just none.
If you wish to change, it must be tended.
Now listen here for I tell you the order
At last, we have a team so expansive like the color they don
Surprisingly formidable opponents, but in semis they are gone
Struggle will ensue for this squad yet
With the others’ best talent, they will fret
With seven on the line, a purple bomb is primed and ready
This next team is far from steady
With high highs and low lows
This team will be consumed by the chaos
Of this, I know
With towers well over six feet,
This team is lacking throwers to complete
What is a forest without its tallest trees
This next team has seemingly no constraints
With both competence and confidence
But what are they without their patron saints?
For teal, there will be no riches
For the next, youthful exuberance
And blind courage
A strong wind is in the air
And brown will certainly have a chance
For the rest, Natalie will be a scourge
But only time will tell how this group will fare
Three’s a crowd
And there is not enough room at the top
This lineup is one to be proud
But an excellent draft does not prevent flop
They must corral the troops or they will fail to launch
As the legend foretold, where fire meets ice there is born a beast
To where its allegiances lie, I believe it to be clear
For fire, a wonderful treasure so near
For ice, at last, a satiating feast