Purple

Purple

Gnarled roots shadowy
footstool
For the dark gods
of desolation
Worshipped
Ignominious
By nameless Devotees
Under purple streaked
twilight skies.

Kisses of roses upon the
mildewed ground
Mossy and heathen
Arena
Where she laid off her
Rainbow hued
Raiments hope
Hushed to acceptance.

Sacred to
Receive her idol
Her blood wept
Enchanting incantations
Offerings of surrender.

And the dark God
Melted into the
Bludgeoning darkness.
His white teeth melting into
A smile
Reminiscing this
Lost tender night.

She recovered her robes and his
Adonis smile and discarded
Shame.

Lost in the purple night
Her laugh of wild abandon
Lasted
For a while.

I'm sure many Gods
Died, in the throes of her
Wanton spell
As the faint trill of her anklets
Faded
An agony of silver mesmerizing motion
Melancholia
Through passionate purple.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015