"Who is this enchantress lighting up the war field with Her black beauty? Whose woman with huge eyes and a dreadful face adorns Herself for battle with a garland of heads? Jackals are dancing among the corpses and the still living, making horrid noises. Joining them she cackles aloud with hideous laughter and places her feet on the heart of the corpse-like Shiva; her thick long hair disheveled. Kamalakanta stares absorbed, with eyes that do not blink."