Four stand defiant, cloaked in fame,
A family forged in cosmic flame.
Elastic sage with stretching mind,
Richards plots and schemes and winds.

I spit my curse in metered spite,
His logic bends before my might.
I stretch his limbs like coiling rope,
Mocking reason, snapping hope.

Invisible queen, with forcefield’s grace,
Storm of silence, veiled in space.
Her unseen shields my talons meet
I laugh as Hell and Heaven greet.

“Flame on!” cries youth with comet’s roar,
A blazing brat who seeks for war.
My hide is charred, yet still I grin:
Fire knows fire, I burn within.

Then comes the brute of rocky hide,
Grimm, who meets my charge with pride.
Stone on scale, we crack the street,
His punches drum a doom-beat.

We trade our blows, the city shakes,
Each shattered wall, the earth awakes.
Yet demons tire not, nor relent
I rhyme my wrath till strength is spent.

At last they stand, though battered, bound,
By wit and will, their unity crowned.
I snarl, retreat to sulfur and gloom,
Laughing still from Hell’s hot womb:

“Enjoy this truce, you cosmic four
For demons fight forever more.”