Trumpets blaring
clouds parting
all staring
in a roar

He's come! He's come!
He's come again
we've too long
ached for more!

Indeed my children
I've woke again
with three years
under my belt

I've been up
and I've been down
I've been numb
and even felt

No longer a boy
of sixteen years
as my journey here
had begun

But you don't care, I have like- what?- three followers?

anyways, I'm nineteen now.

and don't bother, I'll make applause noises for myself with my mouth.