The Founders Four
Darkest man of the time,
Commits an awful crime.
Whirling wind through the air,
Carries cries of despair.
Darkness rides in the fields,
Shapeless forms with blacken'd shields.
Shoed, black feet thunder past,
Traveling now unharassed.
Evil one arrives now,
Fulfilling his own vow.
Promises to kill him,
Man's outlook seems so grim.
Galloping hooves, they hear,
Gold light strikes them with fear.
Silver sword flashes bright,
Rider ready for the fight.
Running red round and round,
Steel sharp hooves cut the ground.
Singing blade cuts the flesh,
Slices through the iron mesh.
Blade of fine magic metal,
Master's fights, it will settle.
Made by warlock of great fame,
Excalibur's maker, Merlin's name.
Hero returns from afar.
Battles won by victor of war.
Greeted by two ladies fair,
One man ends the bad nightmare.
Other man of slyest wit,
Some said he was a misfit.
Purest blood and logic here,
His motives of mind are unclear.
One lady of bronze and blue,
Knowledge and art, she seeks true.
Eagle of bronze flies o'erhead,
Scholarly girl, greatly read.
All four persons found a school,
Somewhat fairly they do rule.
Slytherin, man of logic,
Pure blood students he does pick.
Slytherin splits from the rest,
Other house's Heads protest.
Leaves a chamber for an heir,
Heads hush up the whole affair.
Present day: School now appears,
Scholars attend without fears.
Unity still can't be found,
Spells of discord fly around.
What will happen to this school?
Will it fallwithoutmagic fuel?
Will our school fall to a wreck?
Will it end its honored trek?
A/N: I received the idea of this poem from a dream I had. One stanza of this poem was recited in my dream. "Running red round and round/ Steel sharp hooves cut the ground. / Singing blade cuts the flesh/ Slices through the iron mesh." It was fully formed, too! I absolutely had to continue it.
This was my first fan fiction poem. I hope I did well. I've never written such a long poem! Please review!