“How dare your mortals belittle me?
I’m the god of vices, the lord of sin!
That Southern King, in foolish display,
Failed to await my arrival, I say!
How dare he choose a mortal, so bold,
Over me, whose power remains untold!
Damayanti, a lore's enchanting tale,
She captured me, love's intricate veil.
But her deceit pierced my sinful core,
Preferring a lowly mortal, my heart she tore!
She forgot to wait, and now I proclaim,
Misery and solitude shall be your destiny!
In war's embrace, I shall shatter your reign,
Leaving you broken, fragmented, in pain.
No lifetimes enough to gather the pieces,
As I descend, chaos upon your very essence.
Nal, the knight in Shining armour,
Rumours of your glory proved true.
Yet a you’re fool to claim what I desire,
A fool who’ll drown in solitude and despair.
In shadows I'll lurk, vigilant and sly,
Waiting for your stumble, sin drawing nigh.
I'll seize your soul, in the depths of night,
Swiftly consuming, vanishing from sight.
If she can't be mine, no one shall possess,