There is a thyme
wizards give...

Through crimson mists from another realm.
Not soul nor sole that heads her helm...

Disarming, charming Chinnamasta
She has many arms...

Sight of Virgin Queen Death
spread across arcane bed...

In the fair lady's chamber,
night's mare adorns the bony grotto...

Velvet underworld
pomegranate red bed...

Beyond realm of Death,
stands warm blooded and ice craved...