Post by bruce on Jul 22, 2011 16:37:41 GMT -5
Many years ago, on a cold winter’s day
as I walked through the Enchanted Forest
I heard the sound of horses and Men at Arms.
I felt compelled to walk on a find the place of these sounds
when the forest did clear, I was standing on a hill,
before me was a great plain, upon it the Armies of the World standing and waiting.
I thought to myself for whom or for what are they waiting, suddenly a gust of wind came up from the north. There appeared a lone rider holding a sword of steel.
Then from the south came another bearing a battle Axe.
From the east came a third holding a spiked club.
And finally from the west, a rider who wielded a great hammer of war.
With them came their Soldiers of Death, followed by an army of Immortals. They were few in number, but the look in their eyes told all who beheld them that they would leave this day only in victory or death.
And there was a great silence. My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness, rain came, and the four winds blew with such anger, that I held fast to a tree.
I watched the Four Riders raise their weapons into the air, without warning screaming their war cry, they led the attack.
Down to the battle they rode. They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash. I could feel the ground shake, the earth drank much blood that day. Each of the four was unto himself a whirlwind of doom.
When the smoke did clear many thousands were dead. There was much blood and gore. Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battlefield like brown leaves blown by the wind. For several hours the four men searched the battlefield for some mysterious item, which I soon would discover were in fact four items, rings to be precise. These were no ordinary rings, which would have been much too small for my eyes to have detected at this distance. No, they were in fact four massive black rings, or so they seemed. And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill, while below them the Soldiers of Death assembled, all those who would now swear allegiance to them.
And the Four spoke the words of the Warrior's Prayer.
"Gods Of War I Call You
My Sword Is By My Side
I Seek A Life Of Honor Free From All False Pride
I Will Crack The Whip With A Bold And Mighty Hail
Cover Me With Death If I Should Ever Fail
Glory Majesty Unity
Hail! Hail! Hail!."
And as I stood and looked on I heard the Armies of the World Hail them without end, and their voices of victory carried long and far throughout the land.
Often I have been asked questions concerning the identity of the four men I saw that glorious day, sadly I never knew the true identity of those four faceless warriors. I myself have come to regard them simply as "The Metal Kings" -An unknown chronicler