01 The Descent of the Eternal Flame

The Earth wept in silence, burdened by false kings, Demons in disguise, pulling the world’s strings. Bhūmi took the form of a cow in despair, Tears like rivers fell through heaven’s air. To Brahmā’s court she walked with shattered breath, The weight of chaos close to death. Through the ocean of milk, gods did appeal, To Him who sleeps where truths reveal. A flame will rise, the dark to tame, The Lord descends in Kṛṣṇa’s name. A warrior soul, divine and wise, To shatter fear and break disguise. Kaṁsa heard the voice from skyward fate, A doom foretold, too strong to abate. Devakī’s blood would birth the storm, A child of light in human form. Vasudeva, heart torn but bold, Spoke of death, of truths untold. Of souls that shift like moon on tide, Of life reborn and fear denied. A flame will rise, the dark to tame, The Lord descends in Kṛṣṇa’s name. A warrior soul, divine and wise, To shatter fear and break disguise. One by one, their children fell, Kaṁsa ruled with chains of hell. Yet still the hope, the sacred breath, Would rise beyond the reach of death. A sage appeared with fire in voice, To make the fate of gods rejoice. The prison walls, the silent plea— All waited for the One to be. A flame will rise, the dark to tame, The Lord descends in Kṛṣṇa’s name. A warrior soul, divine and wise, To shatter fear and break disguise. A flame will rise, the dark to tame, The Lord descends in Kṛṣṇa’s name. A warrior soul, divine and wise, To shatter fear and break disguise.