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| Storm, a maelstrom of power,
From the lowest beach to the highest tower .
You'll make the field ain,
they'll make it shower.
Fire, the hottest of the bunch
They can handle any hurdle, any crunch
They'll beat you in a fight,
and eat you like lunch.
Ice, the ones of cold heart.
The ones that can take take your hits and play it smart.
When you run out of steam,
They'll take you apart.
Life, the giver of health,
A great gift, one that can be seen and felt.
Their healing skills can cancel
out any damage dealt.
Death, one's finality.
They can hurt others, and stop their own fatality.
They are not slaves
To the danger of mortality.
Myth, reality benders.
One cannot fathom their stupendous splendor.
The masters of minions,
The henchman senders.
Balance, their manipulation
of the arena is their enemy's tribulation.
Underestimating them,
can be one's destruction.
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