In the shroud of eternal night she stands,
A tapestry of chaos in her hands.
Draped in hues of blue and deepest black,
Her presence ushers order off its track.
A garland of skulls around her neck sways, Each whispering secrets of lost days. The blood of time drips from her fierce gaze, Marking the end of mortal plays.
Tongue extended, crimson and wide,
A symbol of the destruction she can’t hide. In her dance, the universe quakes,
For in her movement, reality breaks.
Her laughter echoes in the midnight air,
A herald of both despair and care.
Through turmoil, her dark beauty flows,
Embodying chaos wherever she goes.
She heralds a truth that none can flee—
In her embrace, chaos sets all souls free.
A force of creation through destruction’s guise, Kali—chaos in the goddess’s eyes.
