From the grasp of frost the riders came,

Like earth-bound hail, descending rain.



Plains of green they put to waste.

Forests smoldered with unworldly haste.



Seas were drained and mountains razed.

From works of beauty, did they graze.



All before and all affront

Were tossed aside in endless hunt.



Not beast, but logic did they mount.

And so they rode, minds free of doubt. 



So as their kinsman walked on feet,

They strode ahead, clad in conceit



They beat their homeland to the ground,

Until it expired, a blackened mound.



And only then, did they see,

The price they paid, the endless fee. 



So from existence, they were pried.

Peace returned, as Earth's plight died.



Now hear this riddle, set afree,

I tell the tale of humanity.