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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
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
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