Dance of the she

Dum-dum dum-dum I hear a faint sound of drum up in the mountain, it's fait but yet like a call of life, a spark of intensity calling all living, so I began my journey to scale this mountain in the rythem of the beating drum, after days of sun & torn following the beating tone, I reached the peak filled in dust and heat, covered every were in roughened stones , sharp enough to tear the flesh, I feel the beating sound is now closer & Fierce, and in between those clouds of smoke in the edge I saw her, dancing and thumping with a drum in her hand, swirling & beating at the ledge of the cliff, surrounded by the wild boars of wild that in its strength makes me steer, her hair is of bark as a thundering cloud , with tucked in sacred lotus as her charm, her skin is in hue blue with scars of spears and spikes, her face is rough that craft the war tune yet her beauty is that draft the moon, her eyes are just filled with blood like two brimstone sparkle together, her bare chest and her waist are chiseled to perfection, her breast and her hips curved to reflection, she can sense me but ignores me, cast her dance and beats into the mountains, I have never seen such a graceful presence of her, I have ever witnessed such intimidating creature, calling all living with her war cry, she announces her will to betray all the lies, as she prepares to explode onto this dogmatic world, in her rage even the air burns around her, days passed by  as I wait in her intoxicating motions I keep standing on these jagged emotions, then sudden as wind changes she stops for a moment, looks straight into my eyes, fierce enough to melt the sky,  she spoke in piercing voice, are u scared, I said no, are u cowed , I said no, do u want to challenge, I said no, do u want to win , I said no, then why u r here, why u came to this edge in her most furious tone, I said to witness u, to be able to stand with u, to carry u back to the world, my strength is nothing without ur fire, I have realised, let ur fire feed on me let my shoulders carry u on me, let my strength keep fortified ur last spark, let this world bear witness your mark, the raging fire that will burn all the masculine rules, that will bless freedom for all equals, ohh Devi of divine purity for this position of ethical victory i surrender my will to your story, as I vow to bring this fire to the world of blind dictators, I will be ur hand to level the perpetrators, to heal the sanctity of ur world.