I know this is a poem (gasp!) but if I put it under "poetries", no-one will ever read it :-)
The Rhyme of the Ancient Immortal
by Leoni Venter
From where the sun in gold glow rose
In times of old before long prose
A horseman came, covered in dust
His mount was slathered, his eyes as rust
"Flee," he said. "For Darkness falls
Lock your windows and bar your halls
For behind me follows a fearsome sight
They come in power, they come with might"
"Monsters are they. They fear no man
They kill without mercy, they show no plan
But behind them they leave just blood and tears
And before them come I in haste and fear"
But the people ignored him, they paid no heed
To the messenger's warning or his need
And when three horsemen appeared on the hill
Only the messenger saw and stood still
As they charged through the village in savage joy
And killed and plundered with intent to destroy
'Till the leader came upon the messenger there
And he smiled "Brother! Do you want a share?"
"For I have looked for you oh so long
And our band without you were not so strong
It's time now, Brother, to join your own
You've grown too soft here, all alone"
The messenger looked at the leader strong
And could not explain what was so wrong
For a thousand years they were brothers indeed
But he'd left them to live by another creed
"Kronos," said he. "A deal I'll make
With our Brothers as witness, they too have a stake
When the time is right, then Time will End
And the Horsemen in triumph will ride again"
"And I will take up my place at your side
And our band across the Earth will ride
All will see our approach and fear
None will stand before us, none will hear"
"But this vision of mine will never be
Unless we bide our time and wait to see
Where and when to strike, Brother, say
You'll let me go now to fight another day"
Then Kronos was pleased with his Brother's plan
He sent Silas north to a Viking clan
Caspian lurked in snows so cold
While Methos slowly broke the mold
Of a thousand years of murder and hate
And in living, forgot about his deal and fate
But Kronos was patient; he'd learned that well
He could wait for Death, for he was Hell
Three thousand years passed slowly by
The Horsemen no longer made babies cry
The man known as Death became a gentle soul
Anonymous survival was his only goal
Friends he found, and content was he
To drink beer in the evening and merely be
But his past came to haunt him one stormy night
When Kronos returned to commence the fight
For Kronos had devised a master plan
A deadly virus from which the bravest ran
He would plunge the planet in anarchy
And the Horsemen would rule for eternity
But Methos had changed from the man he'd been
He'd learned from his life and all he had seen
He could not join Kronos in his quest for blood
So he warned his friend, the brooding Scot
Then the Horsemen assembled at a dark wet place
And MacLeod met Caspian face to face
And when Methos heard that MacLeod was dead
He thought for sure he'd lose his head
But MacLeod survived, a conclusion forgone
And he came to fight Kronos in the murky predawn
Methos fought Silas, for whom he cared
But heads rolled and the Quickening they shared
So the world was saved from Kronos' threats
And Methos left with a thousand regrets
Leaving us to ponder the strange kinships
Shared by the Horsemen of the Apocalypse
(c) Leoni Venter 6 August 2002
The Rhyme of the Ancient Immortal
by Leoni Venter
From where the sun in gold glow rose
In times of old before long prose
A horseman came, covered in dust
His mount was slathered, his eyes as rust
"Flee," he said. "For Darkness falls
Lock your windows and bar your halls
For behind me follows a fearsome sight
They come in power, they come with might"
"Monsters are they. They fear no man
They kill without mercy, they show no plan
But behind them they leave just blood and tears
And before them come I in haste and fear"
But the people ignored him, they paid no heed
To the messenger's warning or his need
And when three horsemen appeared on the hill
Only the messenger saw and stood still
As they charged through the village in savage joy
And killed and plundered with intent to destroy
'Till the leader came upon the messenger there
And he smiled "Brother! Do you want a share?"
"For I have looked for you oh so long
And our band without you were not so strong
It's time now, Brother, to join your own
You've grown too soft here, all alone"
The messenger looked at the leader strong
And could not explain what was so wrong
For a thousand years they were brothers indeed
But he'd left them to live by another creed
"Kronos," said he. "A deal I'll make
With our Brothers as witness, they too have a stake
When the time is right, then Time will End
And the Horsemen in triumph will ride again"
"And I will take up my place at your side
And our band across the Earth will ride
All will see our approach and fear
None will stand before us, none will hear"
"But this vision of mine will never be
Unless we bide our time and wait to see
Where and when to strike, Brother, say
You'll let me go now to fight another day"
Then Kronos was pleased with his Brother's plan
He sent Silas north to a Viking clan
Caspian lurked in snows so cold
While Methos slowly broke the mold
Of a thousand years of murder and hate
And in living, forgot about his deal and fate
But Kronos was patient; he'd learned that well
He could wait for Death, for he was Hell
Three thousand years passed slowly by
The Horsemen no longer made babies cry
The man known as Death became a gentle soul
Anonymous survival was his only goal
Friends he found, and content was he
To drink beer in the evening and merely be
But his past came to haunt him one stormy night
When Kronos returned to commence the fight
For Kronos had devised a master plan
A deadly virus from which the bravest ran
He would plunge the planet in anarchy
And the Horsemen would rule for eternity
But Methos had changed from the man he'd been
He'd learned from his life and all he had seen
He could not join Kronos in his quest for blood
So he warned his friend, the brooding Scot
Then the Horsemen assembled at a dark wet place
And MacLeod met Caspian face to face
And when Methos heard that MacLeod was dead
He thought for sure he'd lose his head
But MacLeod survived, a conclusion forgone
And he came to fight Kronos in the murky predawn
Methos fought Silas, for whom he cared
But heads rolled and the Quickening they shared
So the world was saved from Kronos' threats
And Methos left with a thousand regrets
Leaving us to ponder the strange kinships
Shared by the Horsemen of the Apocalypse
(c) Leoni Venter 6 August 2002