Transmissions to the Mystic Nebula

Horsemen

Twilight brings the sound of horsemen
rumbling across a whirlpool sky.
Their hooves whip the dark clouds
          thick across the night.
Over oceans of air they ride
on trails of blue fire,
herding the wicked through the moon's bitter rings.
Heavenly swords bite with flashes
that blind the world as those lords
of chaos cry hoarse
and fall to Earth
in cold shattered droplets.
Mothers coo their children
while fathers latch the windows,
and all pray
for the morning,
          for the sun.