The Executioner:

Four seasons of winds

Held in one’s breath

Awaiting its time

To exhale all of its sense

And when it did

Old dull rivers did flow

Barren lands did grow

Calm seas pitched to and fro

Fish leapt unto the morrow where calm once held

Old lives, once thought gone

But now began to glow

So who am I?

To record such deeds

Of earthy movements set upon those in need

I am the man of rightful calling

Meant to kill all, with no remorse Before the morning

How’s that Edgar??