Came then an explosion of joy that every life sought;
The great gush of the volcano that new life brought.
Like the second wind that revives the tired athlete-
An ardor that motivates even the old-weary feet.
Like parched lands embracing the rain's gentle kiss,
Drooping plants that receive the water they sorely miss.
Like the balm that makes the throbbing wounds heal,
A caress of love that even the numb hearts feel.
Like the roar of the King Lion from the mountain high:
The winged horse galloping upwards rising -piercing the sky.
Like the clarion's call bursting through the first dark cloud-
Every mortal ear heard the sound clear and loud.
Ecstatic skies thundered flaunting the silver lining
Ushering moist blind eyes - The Heroes are coming!
A caress of love that even the numb hearts feel.
Like the roar of the King Lion from the mountain high:
The winged horse galloping upwards rising -piercing the sky.
Like the clarion's call bursting through the first dark cloud-
Every mortal ear heard the sound clear and loud.
Ecstatic skies thundered flaunting the silver lining
Ushering moist blind eyes - The Heroes are coming!
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