The Dance Of Apocalypse

A suprasegmental sound
Merged the elements.
From trance, He woke up
To begin the apocalypse

Deep blue throat
Containing the galactic poison
The matted hair, released
With the angered nod

Body smeared with ash
Lion’s skin covered his waist
Neck encircled with vicious serpents
Gaze showering fire of disgrace

To the deafening rhythm of the dual drum
The turbulent dance began
The vigorous moves shook the cosmos
Still, wide eyes, keen on destruction

The shivering palms and raging feet
With energy pulsating, uncontrolled
The sides vanished into nothingness
With kicks from the dancing legs

The third eye opened.
And nothing could be said then
No description, left to describe
Time dissolved into eternity

What is created,
Needs to be destroyed!
No light, no space, not even void, remains
Until the creative conch would blow again