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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the sky splits open with a thunderclap’s roar And shadows spill out on a trembling shore, When cities hold breath in the hush before fear— The Avengers assemble. The hour is here. A shield like a sunrise, steadfast and bright, Flashes defiance in the teeth of the night. A hammer arcs wide through storm-shattered air, Calling down lightning in answer to prayer. Genius in armor of crimson and gold Rises on fire, defiant and bold; Circuits and courage in brilliant accord, A man and his metal becoming a sword. A whisper of footsteps, a spy in the fray, Grace wrapped in danger, precise as a ray. With secrets like daggers she dances the line Between the abyss and a tenuous spine. The archer stands silent, an arrow drawn tight— Hope in the string and justice in flight. Feather and focus, unerring and keen, He threads the impossible gaps in between. Then fury unshackled, emerald and vast, A heartbeat too quick and a shadow too fast— Rage like a tempest no walls can contain, Yet born of a man who has wrestled with pain. From star-forged horizons and timelines undone, From realms yet unnamed and wars yet unwon, They gather as one where the innocent stand— A fragile blue world cupped in their hand. Not gods, not legends, not myths carved in stone, But flawed, beating hearts that answer the groan Of a planet in peril, a people in need— They rise not for glory, but simply to heed. So when hope seems brittle and courage feels small, Listen for thunder that rolls through it all— For in darkest hours, when night seems to smother, Earth’s mightiest heroes stand— together.
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