The stars had to dim the lights
The moon had to become fuller
There was in the place a new presence
He was the one who was spoken about
The one, the ancients foretold would come
With a path he barely understands
He tread and he trudges on
In the face of difficulties
In the face of hardship
With every bravery his heart could muster
With every weapon he could wield
He moves on, conquering
Moving on to victory.
Move on my dear hero
Behold, the gold gates in the distance
You will get there.
Happy birthday, Peter.