They come on their horses.
One of the fire and coal.
A soul darkend by the world cold shoulder.
His sword mad of brimstone.
Another riding a brown horse.
His will sturdy as earth.
Able to break mountains with his voice.
The man had toyed with his powers many of time.
The skyblue hair of the white horse signaled the wind.
His speed unmatched and spreading life as he rode by.
The power of the wind is the more dominant.
The water making life between each swing of the asuka spear.
A mist should appear between grounded hit.
the world is now sage
meant to be burnt to cleanse
