Disarming, charming Chinnamasta
She has many arms...

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

There is a thyme
wizards give...

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

Velvet underworld
pomegranate red bed...

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

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