Isis, the daughter of Kama
The unfortunate one, for she was born when a tree was burning.
Under the tree was a snake, who befriended Isis
And then stole her virginity.
Isis turned, becoming her destiny
She would live her life under the same tree.
I love Isis, and want to be able to be like her
How she gives, and she gives just one thing
I, the son of Carna
Born when a root was rotting.
Living off its mud
Ready to give the the one thing I can
It is no surprise
I love her so.