I sit atop my steed with my three brothers As I silently take children from their mothers In my wake I leave all I touch bereft I determine not who is right, but who is left

I am the finality, the end. No further moves exist. I am a victory achieved through the surrender of all options. Though my arrival is often swift, the path leading to me is a labyrinth of strategy and sacrifice.

From gods I stole the sun itself; Trailing tail of black and smoke. My feathers singed beyond repair My grating voice, a screech I quoth

Marks dragged deep by claws on floor; A grating at your bedroom door. A name for king of wretched souls; The underworld under my control

We are fantasy embodied. Caves, shrines, castles, seas, and skies are mine to own. Disaster or miracle depends on the tale, but without fail I have a tail.