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The Four by: Dancloud

The first will be born of fire and ash,

The next will be born of water and wind,

The third will be born of rotting flesh,

The last will be born rock and sand.


The first will burn the world to dust,

The next will sustain the will of life,

The third will decay with time untold,

The last will build the world of hope.


The first will die when all is gone,

The next will weep to the end of time,

The third will fail the tides of change,

The last will stay and hold the past.


If ever man is lost to hope,

Then life is not worth living.


Remember me, the guardian of lost dreams.