KALI, THE MOTHER

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black-
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, mother come!
For terror is thy name,
Death is in Thy breath,
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou "Time", the All-Destroyer!
Come, O Mother, Come!
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction's dance,
To him the Mother comes.



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