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