Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light, they sing, Enchanting voices rising from the deep, Their melodies like whispers on the…
In the splendor of dawn, she arises, With a smile that beguiles the morning sun, Her hair flows like golden…
In shadows deep where serpents weave, A maiden cursed, whose heart does grieve. With eyes of stone and hair of…
In marble halls, where echoes of the past reside, The symphonies of yore still softly play, The whispers of a…
In ancient whispers of marble halls, Where gods and mortals intertwine, The heart of Greece forever calls, To tales of…