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.

Sehr coole Story!
Und ich weiß, dass ich mich wiederhole, aber dein Blick für solcherlei Dinge ist großartig!