Shiva Poem by Ima Ryma

Shiva is the great Hindu god,
Supreme lord of the universe,
Who does carry a trident rod,
Fighting all evil to disperse.
And with a third eye he does burn
To ashes unholy desire.
A serpent necklace helps discern
Mortal temptation to expire.
A crescent moon upon his head
Does warn unfaithful in his path
To change their way or soon be dead
By reason of his divine wrath.

All worshippers of Shiva know
Of protection he does bestow.