He rolled the die
And lady luck
Disfavored once again,
He lost his ornament lunar,
The trident, drum and the serpent around his jugular
In the end he didn't even have
the bowl of skull or the tiger skin.
The end of time and death,
Destroyer of the triple cities
had nothing to call his own.
His other half grew in strength
As she took from him everything
that defined the meaning of the void,
Bhringin's scream mattered no more
For from one, there were now two.
Never to be subsumed into unity
again.
And thus the mother goddess
saved us all.
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