Gifted with a tender heart, so pious
Life turned it into an iron core, so capricious!
The Age may be Dark, as said in the Holy Books
Does that make it legitimate to ruin all nooks and crooks!
The Gods can never be jealous of this prowess
Dejected, rather, they try to calm the mess
The evil hanging on the atmosphere
Must be cleared with love, so sincere!
Such ordered the great Seer
With urgency to his most devoted peer
Herculean, a task meant for the pure soul
Breathing with faith, he shall be on that call
Selfish, Egoistic, Materialist, Envy
All cling to my tender heart like poison ivy
Blissful may the world of ignorance
Sinful are its acts shining with radiance!
May the crow bring good news
May the storm gets loose
So that everywhere is cleansed and gleams
With the pure desire of the fairies’ whims!