Dim the lights go out. Four horses trot about.
One. Adorns scarlet armor she is a seductress; a charmer.
Two. Drapes the earth in a deathly white snow he is a knight; no hero.
Three. Black as olden lore his fiery horse is not one to ignore; an abyss that walks on all four.
Four. Adorns green; nothing more, a bringer of plague and rot; all quake with a single thought.

And with it so comes end.