Ari, the Greek boy of ethereal guise,
In garments divine, adorned his frame.
As twilight embraced, in lunar disguise,
He donned dresses, hushed by shadows' claim.
When stars gleamed bright, his secrets took flight,
Through moonlit paths, he gracefully tread.
In garments draped, woven with ancient might,
Ari found solace, where gods gently tread.
Amidst darkened halls, where kin fast asleep,
He savored moussaka, a feast divine.
Zeus' blessing bestowed, his secrets to keep,
Anointed by Apollo, this clandestine shrine.
Oh, Ari, beloved by gods and night,
Embrace your truth, your spirit alight.
In dresses adorned, your heart soars free,
A mythic tale of courage, for all to see.
