An ode to the Preedas
I saw her paint another flame,
where the embers fan and become
an inferno; Kagutsuchi's muse,
ornamented with a powerful grace.

I saw her stroke the canvas pyrope red,
carefully capturing the heat and wrath
of the elemental desires.

[sensations weaponized in hope
and Hell.]

I saw her paint with troubling regard
an envious perfection; a dexterity that fumbles.
she sits there simply
silently awaiting her fate- another one in this masquerade,

while the Inferno still blazes through the screen,
Uncontrolled and unfazed.

© jayati