In the dusk of day, a hero prepares for the night.
He puts on his armour and steps into the twilight.
This hero is different; he touches hearts,
The souls of the weary, his magic imparts.

His voice hypnotises, a soothing embrace,
I forget all my worries, find comfort in grace.
Each word a balm that calms my restless mind,
In his melodic cadence, the solace I find.

Who is he, where does he come from, and where is he heading?
These questions arise in the hearts he’s threading.
His voice, sweet as a bird but stern as a diamond,
Huffs and puffs like the mightiest knight, unconfined.

Will his eyes be a fiery furnace or a calm sea?
Will his walk be as quick as a horseman off to battle, or slow like a prince charming, gentle and free?
Vigorous as an erupted volcano or cool as the ocean breeze,
Who is this hero, who brings me such ease?

Why does he only appear at dusk, in this twilight glow?
Could it be HIM or just a hero I’ve come to know?

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