• Four knights against the world.
    They walked up, heavy with armor, to the castle gates they step. Trudging through the nerves of what’s to come – that knowledge of the danger that they shall face.
    After a subtle knock, the door burst open. The four knights entered the room, their straight faces searching for their prey – their deserving prey that nature grants permit to hunt.
    With a loud pitching bang, the brief silence was terminated, and the whizz of a close call nearly greeted the face of that knight known as Bill.
    The Knights returned fire and slew the dragon, that feral creature that meant harm again. The Knight of Darkness ascended with his brother Bill as they searched the heavens for blemish – there was no further imperfection to be found.
    The Knight of the Sun and that knight known as Foster remained on the ground as they searched through death’s labyrinth for the reaper. Know not did these brave souls that these demons numbered four – outnumbering the knights two to one. – The numbering was unfair. With the bitter burn of the Nurturing sun, and the heartless brutality of that Knight known as Foster, the four jackals were slain in ways that were merciful in the eyes of nature.
    The Knights rallied, and marked the soulless corpses that they left in their wake, plundering the prize of their kills. With their name set to what was commonly mistaken for a crime and their pockets filled with plunder bullets and grief – the four knights filled the dark creation that brought them to their location. They retreated on their dark steeds to their layer, that stable that they rest.
    They recuperated, and polished their armor – knowing that the “Angels” of earth would rise from the dust and give pursuit. Lay in wait for the cover of light – and pray that the blood and the tears don’t discover the knights in their sleep. In this stable they sleep, or at least try.
    An hour’s pass and their steeds shall climb again,
    Four knights against the world.