When darkness turned to blackest night,
Four Warriors came, all bearing light,
For round their neck hung precious gems,
The ancient gods had granted them,
Their path was clear, their journey started,
Not for the weak or faint hearted,
They journeyed long and battled well
And soon the Fiends were back in hell,
Last was Chaos of evil might,
But he was vanquished in the fight,
The crystals power showed it’s hand,
And the Warriors restored Light to the land.
mmm is just too happy for words because he loves rhyme
Rhyming isn’t for everyone, but then neithers poetry, this is probably my first and last attempt…
And soon the Fiends were back in hell,"