Quatuor
They appeared to rise up from the flaming
of the horizons - riding upon their long dark shadows
as the waning hour’s hand implored
the horsemen to seek another way
For they brought with them
the scourge of conquest
the destruction of war
the shame of famine
And the mask of red death
Four distinct lines were laid across
so that the apocalyptic quatuor
should cross each other’s path
and at this fated connection
the cursed were consumed by their own evilness
A new day’s face of a rose
brought joy and peace upon the land of faerie
where now lives nature’s four powers:
the stoic Earth
the flowing Water
the lighting Fire
the blending Wind
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