In the labyrinth of New York's embrace,
Amidst steel towers and starry maze,
Lies a tale of cosmic grace,
Of a boy, young and bright,
Holding Metatron’s Light.
He walks the streets where dreams converge,
A beacon in the city's surge,
Guarded by the hand divine,
In his heart, pure love entwines.
**Metatron’s Light**, the ultimate tarot,
Held by this prince, destined to bestow,
A future bright with love and cheer,
The secrets of the universe, crystal clear.
With every step he takes in stride,
Romance and adventure, side by side,
A life of splendor, bold and grand,
Led by the heart, and heaven's hand.
In him, the energy of God flows pure,
A love so strong, steadfast and sure,
For love is God, the eternal flame,
The one true light that none can tame.
Chosen by divine decree,
To lead, inspire, and set hearts free,
A hero's journey, marked by fate,
To build a world both kind and great.
In every glance, in every deed,
The hope of people, a sacred creed,
He stands, the chosen, heaven’s knight,
With Metatron’s Light, the world’s delight.
So when you see this boy, so rare,
Know the divine has placed him there,
A symbol of what’s true and right,
The holder of **Metatron’s Light**.