Protector's prophecy

A short poem about a fantsy book I am writing called "The Protectors"

Four will be chosen
The leader, wise and noble
The warrior, strong and loyal
The mender, gentle and compassionate
The seeker, swift and clever
Divided they will struggle
United, they will prevail against all evil
You will see their power through their masteries
Fire, spirit that burns, cleansing and dangerous
Water, life that flows, restoring and devestating
Air, breath that sustains, swift and destructive
Earth, heart that beats, reliable and powerful
These four will be pure of heart, clear of mind, and able of body
They will be chosen to face and conquer a great evil
They will be joined by companions, who will be their teachers and guides
As well as their faithful deffenders
The four, the Protectors, will face great pain and adversity
They will stray from the path and much blood will be spilled before the end
But together, they will endure