Hidden in the shadows is a great man
So reserved that dust has taken his form
Patiently, he waits to be awoken from his slumber
From the shadows comes a light
A light that moves the dust from his creaky body
And kisses his lips
Sparks fly
Heaven roars
Then the man reveals the power held within his eyes as he awakens
A warm, gentle light bursts forth from the man
Showering the light that awoke him in eternal gratitude