A Devi of unspeakable beauty dances on a bed of death. Her roopa is like the pregnant dusk of amavasya, Her eyes like glowing embers studded in that soft round countenance. This explains Her name for She is none other than Devi Kali. An expression of unquenchable bloodlust pours forth from Her face. A long tongue has emerged out of the mouth in Her thirst for the adharmee’s blood.