In times so dire, when hope has ever lessened, Shall rise a savior, hailed by all as great, Known as THE SON OF THE SUNS, his name confessed. As written in the Whills, eternal fate. He'll bring salvation, shining bright as day, When darkness looms and dreams seem all but lost, A beacon in the night, he'll guide the way, His destiny ordained, a heavy cost. For in this cosmic tale, his role defined, A hero's journey, to the stars he'll rise, A light to those who've lost their hope, confined, To triumph o'er all doubts that coiled and vied. So let us now await this chosen one, The Son of Suns, whose shining rays shall come.