Though I'm a grandkid of Helios The Titan of Sun + Stuffed up with Cheerios Still not always bright and fun
I'm offspring of Hecate The Titan of magic and crossroads Sorrows I still can't negate Am always indecisive and quite off the road
Got powers that make me unique They are something that most people seek But these powers make people call me a freak In their insults I weep and creak
All this is of what use When all I'm treated with is abuse What is the point of possessing sorcery If you can't even bring your loved ones back through necromancy..
Seen sons of magic As well as daughters Their fates are quite tragic They end up slaying or get slaughtered
A dream Too far fetched But not impossible. You were gone Deep into the forest Fighting your cause I still held on Searched the jungle Found you in time to Escape your path And enter mine.
झुळझुळनारा वारा जणू आपल्या प्रीतीचे गीत गातय... हळूच मला स्पर्शून तुझ्या जवळ असल्याची जाणीव करताय... आता नको-नको सा हा दुरावा चांदण्याही तुझीच प्रतीक्षा करताय झुळझुळनारा वारा जणू ❤️प्रीतीचे गीत गातय...❤