Devi

The worlds
tremble to his tandava.
His thundering feet
dance on a cosmic battlefield
strewn with beheaded torsos,
crumbled stars, and deflated egos,
an ocean
churning with fire and blood.
 
Out there in the middle,
born out of such chaos,
raised
by the gods of the apocalypse,
she emerges
and dominates,
riding the king of beasts.
He closes his eyes
in silent submission.
Like a thousand lashes of lightning
flashing against a boiling grey sky,
her dark, shining complexion,
contrasts
his ash-smeared body.
Her bloodshot fierce eyes
radiate wild splendor.
Her heavy bosom
heaves to a primal rhythm
as warm blood
slithers down her serpentine tongue.
The beast
swallows
the sun, the moon,
and the constellations.
 
As she tames the chaos,
as the music fades in her mind’s sanctuary,
as she swallows the darkness
and the darkest forces,
she transforms
into the final embodiment of tranquility—
the eye of the storm.
 
She closes her eyes.
He opens his third eye.