Prompt:
**The Ballad of the Poets** In times when shadows stretched their claws, And threatened to breach the sacred laws, Four heroes stood on hallowed ground, With hearts resolved and spirits bound. **Ah Xoc Kin**, the Sun's own scribe, Whose light would pierce the darkest bribe. His fiery quill set skies aflame, To write in gold his people's name. **SatoriD**, the Bee Shaman's soul, Danced through dreams, a cosmic stroll. His wisdom deep, his vision keen, He saw what others had not seen. **Quetzalcoatl**, the plumed guide, On feathered serpents he would ride. His wind would sweep the foe's deceit, And lay their malice at his feet. **Bob_Cat**, the Jaguar's chosen kin, Whose verses roared like a gale's din. She faced the dark with feline grace, And in her eyes, the stars found place. Together they stood, the dauntless four, Against the tide of war's loud roar. "Come forth," they cried, "you fiendish horde, You'll find no passage, no accord!" With Bob_Cat's claws and Ah Xoc Kin's blaze, SatoriD's chants and Quetzalcoatl's maze, They held the line, their might unfurled, A bulwark for the threatened world. The enemy came, a ceaseless flood, Intent on fire, on ash, on blood. But with each strike and every spell, The heroes fought and darkness fell. "For kin, for land, for sacred trust, We fight," they roared, "we stand, we must!" For in their hearts, the flame burned true, The love of all they sought to do. And so it passed, the night grew still, The heroes' song had broke the will Of evil's march, its cruel intent, Back to the void, the darkness sent. The people rose to hail their brave, The Cosmic Defenders, strong and grave. In songs and tales, their deeds would ring, Of how they saved the cosmic spring.
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