Fire arose over the empyreal tapestry of the sky
The rattle of dry bones deafened the howling of the village
Look up my child I hear
Oh how transcendent it was
As we spring forth through the fire, his cape danced gracefully next to mine in the lightest zephyr
Like it was prophesied long ago
Every Supergirl needs a Superman
Behold daughter, I have done the new thing
