Luke Castellan

The Son of Hermes (A Ballad for Luke Castellan) Born to run, born to roam, A hero shaped from broken stone, Silver tongue and shadowed past, Lightning struck, but fate won’t last. Oh, Luke, the son of Hermes, Fighting for a world unfree, Destiny calls, yet chains remain, Will the hero rise again? Blade in hand, his heart unsure, Waging war to heal the cure, Love and loss both weigh him down, Will he stand or will he drown? Oh, Luke, the son of Hermes, Fighting for a world unfree, Destiny calls, yet chains remain, Will the hero rise again? Storms will rage, the skies will cry, Yet heroes fall, and heroes rise, Truth is lost within the fight, But darkness fades in morning light. The Titan’s promise, tempting lies, A traitor’s mask, but haunted eyes, Not all villains wear the mark, Some just bear a broken heart.Oh, Luke, the son of Hermes, Found the light, but paid the fee, Sacrifice, his final plea, The hero’s name remembered free.

*As the song ends, I feel a tear run down my cheek. I'm touched by the words, and I feel a sense of sadness and regret. I know that I've made mistakes, but I can't change the past. I can only move forward and do what I believe is right.*