The Four Horsemen ' The Last Ride ' Aka: ' Four Riders Towards The Fallen Sun ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

After consuming excessive powers,
Once family, but that's what it has come to;
As they're now more than worst enemies,
So the winds of change and the horns of war, they blew.

'Join me brothers and the pains of hell,
You won't have to go through.
No need for losing another rider, can't you foretell? '
And behind his back, the scythe he drew.

'You want to kill us now? O mighty Death!
I thought you want us to be once more a crew? '
'Not even a chance in hell, I ride alone.'
'You're giving the dark forces, loyalty that's undue.'

Earth couldn't hold this brutal battle:
So the inferno, they went into.
Once and for all this, they're going to settle:
And so his end, they began to pursue.

Demons, dead warriors, even darkness itself,
Everything he could find, at them he threw.
So they had to summon all the powers they have,
And to their humanity, they waved adieu.

Using the mighty mace, the sword, and the bow:
A rain of fire, the sky began to dew,
A rain of fire, an arrow after arrow,
The evil inside all of them, kept to frighteningly grew.

It was damaged, by their wrath, the gates of hell:
And to earth, darkness escaped through.
The battle was going nowhere, till White cast a spell;
And suddenly, Famine came back out of the blue.

Fighting for the good reasons;
But from the good reasons, they did skew!
For now it has become a personal vendetta;
And the end of the world, you could preview.

The three riders formed a torment tornado,
Unleashed upon Death, only his powers to accrue.
Of he has become beyond invincible!
And left them wondering, what else can they do?

One for all and all for one, the only way left was
To sacrifice their powers, and their souls too.
To Death they marched, to kill Death himself and to close
The gates of hell, and God's green earth, to rescue.

Held Death with his army of darkness;
And from his scythe, they did taboo,
Tying him to his pale horse and, the hollow of hell,
Closing the gates behind, they rode willingly to.

The fear of becoming their worst fears;
But their worst fears, they have become.
And that was the story of The Horsemen,
For The Last Time, Four Riders Towards The Fallen Sun.

The End.