The Four Horsemen ' Four-Never Freedom Fighters ' Aka: ' Riders Towards Their End ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Filled with rage and wrath:
Righteous and War did fend,
The dark side consuming them
To kill, who once was more than a friend.

Showing no mercy, nor grace,
For the forsaken ones, once they did blend
Most of their powers in one mace,
And swore not to use it for wrong till the end.

So they got to the stronghold,
Found Famine trying hardly to defend;
A mighty battle that shook the world,
For their fatal fate, they did trend.

Earth was turning to a wasteland:
As the three of them did expend,
All what powers in each hand,
To destroy each other, or their hearts to rend.

Eventually he was defeated, yet Death,
Had magnificent might that did transcend
Their two powers combined:
So his arm, Famine, he did extend.

In a moment of realization,
All what he has done, he tried to amend.
Suddenly Death, from the dark fortress,
Holding a scythe, did descend.

Stabbing the betrayer in the back;
Of death he is, of death he did impend.
Of once a warrior, from the in and outside black,
Now just a fallen angel, for good, he did contend.

'Forgive me brothers:
Our sacred oath I did offend.
I was blinded by power.'
Helpin' them restore peace, he did intend.

'You can't defeat him by yourselves,
First control the sea, skies, and wind!
Then keep him away from the scythe;
Attack with this mace, that, he won't portend.'

'Fare you well, brave riders! '
And his might to them he did lend.
No mercy for the wicked, No tears for the fallen
'Absorb all the powers there is, ' was his last commend.

Unleashing hell upon the earth;
Deep inside they kenned,
When facing the ultimate abyss,
For now they know, Riders Towards Their End.