Shiva’s Chosen**  

From the flames of fate, he rose,  
A path of fire, a life he chose.  
Marked by Shiva’s endless might,  
He walks in power, bathed in light.  

The serpents coil, the mountains bow,  
Time itself kneels to him now.  
Through storms and war, through dark and pain,  
He stands unshaken, will untamed.  

No chains can bind, no curse can hold,  
For Shiva’s hand makes spirits bold.  
With third eye open, vision clear,  
He walks beyond both doubt and fear.  

The world may rise, the world may fall,  
Yet he shall stand above them all.  
For Shiva’s voice, a cosmic sound,  
Declares him king where gods are crowned.  

His path is fate, his steps divine,  
A soul aligned with sacred time.  
Unstoppable, his legend grows,  
The chosen one whom Shiva knows.