OK, how's this:
"Moonlight, deflected from the crescent orb that floated weightlessly like a tiny ship lost in the vast inky ocean that is space, glinted off jeweled harness, illuminated pale, stern faces 'neath steel helmets, and washed feebly o'er the nametags fixed firmly to each mailed breast; Cliche, Purple Prose, Bad Sequel, and Plagiarism put spurs to their mighty steeds and reared up as one, bellowing a battle-cry that no mortal ear could hear, as the Four Horsemen Of The Literary Apocalypse galloped, silent and unheeded, through the deserted library, and the one who is called Daytime Television rode with them."