Mike, God of Death

[Slow and Low Instrumental] "What..? I never agreed to this... But..! Ah, whatever... Just make it cool, ya'll" [song start] [Verse 1] Beneath the moon's cold gaze, he walks alone, A deity of shadows, secrets tightly sewn. His crows, like whispers, carry tales untold, In Mike's quiet realm, mysteries unfold. [Chorus] Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway, Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way. Mike's touch, a farewell to the living, As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving. A god of quiet strength, a paradox complete, Feathers in the wind, his legacy sweet. Whispers of the crow, soft and low, Echoes of forgotten tales they sow... [Instrumental] "Hey, that wasn't so bad..! But it could use some more upbeat, you know?..." [Verse 2] His eyes hold ancient sorrows, hidden deep, Yet kindness blooms within, a secret to keep. He weaves the fabric of endings and strife, A calm facade concealing a well of life. Kaleo, the jovial wanderer, shares a drink, Their laughter echoing across the cosmic brink. Penya, the persistent sun, warms his soul, As dusk descends, their bond begins to unfold. [Chorus] Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway, Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way. Mike's touch, a farewell to the living, As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving. He contemplates fate, Both love and hate. A burden he bears, Yet in those rare smiles, compassion flares.. [Instrumental] [Bridge] [More Instrumental] [Bridge] A god of quiet solace, stitching time's seams, Whispers of the crow, the keeper of dreams... [Song stops] "You know what, I'm saving this one on my spotify playlist." [Piano slow] "Oh, it's still going..." [Chorus] Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway, Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way. Mike's touch, a farewell to the living, As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving. A god of quiet strength, a paradox complete, Feathers in the wind, his legacy sweet. Whispers of the crow, soft and low, Echoes of forgotten tales they sow... He contemplates fate, Both love and hate. A burden he bears, Yet in those rare smiles, compassion flares.. (ohh...) [Outro] A god of quiet solace... stitching time's seams... [...] [...] Whispers of the crow... the keeper of dreams... [Slow] [Song ends] "10 out of 10 gang. Good shit... Hm? What's a 'spotify'? You'll know when you're older. I'll go play some Crash Bandicoot"