KARNA: Flesh and blood rain from the sky. Bodiless voices cry in the night. Horses weep. One-legged, one-eyed monstrosities hop across the land. Birds perch on flags with fire in their beaks crying, 'Ripe! It's ripe'. A cow gives birth to an ass, a woman to a jackal. Newborn babies dance. Sons learn to be men between their mothers' thighs. Statues write with their weapons. Torches no longer give light. Cripples laugh. The different races merge. Vultures come to prayer. The setting sun is surrounded by disfigured corpses. Time will destroy the universe. I'm racked all night by my dreams. I dreamed of you, surrounded by bleeding entrails. I dreamed of Yudhisthira, radiant, mounted on a pile of bones, drinking from a golden goblet. I know from where victory will come.

From Carriere's The Mahabharata