The Light Bringer
From the remnants of a hundred and forty four thousand
He is one with a magic wand
One with a blurring shadow and a cane towards the sun
With a wave shimmering and a mark in his right hand
Raging armies from the dark mansion
Try to swarm him out of fear
For he brings news of vindication
Something that they shun to hear
He'll bring light towards the canyon
For the heavens shed him tear
After light - years of incarceration
The grandest raid is near
No one can stop the rage
Not even the tyrant and sage
For even the king's and queens
Will bow down to the heavens
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