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- - - LILLITH - - -
The pages turn 'neath the moon
As Lillith sweetly sings her tune
Joyously laughing as I twitch
In her dead cold arms while we spoon
The forest answers her call
As serpents, vermin, insects all
Comes to the beckoning of the bitch
Join them, willingly, as they crawl
To the flawless godless
Red with blood of recently dead
Sacrifices in burning beds
Bodies hang in twisted cinch
Those wedding night blues of dread
Her gracious fall from heavens
Reserved for bitter gods craven
Who removed her like witch
To fornicate with the ravens
The tempest and the beast of man
In the afterglow
Of first born undertows
I offer unto her
This wasted flesh
Of new born breath
Fresh from the womb
And, lo, she swooned
Grinning with the doom
Awaiting sacrifices
Within her tomb
Maggots crawled betwixt of skin
Waiting for the show to begin
New bodies writhe within the ditch
Jealous angels give into sin
Moans were heard across the shores
Even spent, left me wanting more
My sweet necromantic bitch
Burn my desire to the core
Like the demon you are
There's no seraphim
That I will not condemn
When she does plant her kiss
On mortal flesh
Giving new breath
Fresh from her maw
And bloody claws
Stuff between her jaws
Innocent sacrifices
Heed Lillith's call
(c) 2015 Frank Green
As Lillith sweetly sings her tune
Joyously laughing as I twitch
In her dead cold arms while we spoon
The forest answers her call
As serpents, vermin, insects all
Comes to the beckoning of the bitch
Join them, willingly, as they crawl
To the flawless godless
Red with blood of recently dead
Sacrifices in burning beds
Bodies hang in twisted cinch
Those wedding night blues of dread
Her gracious fall from heavens
Reserved for bitter gods craven
Who removed her like witch
To fornicate with the ravens
The tempest and the beast of man
In the afterglow
Of first born undertows
I offer unto her
This wasted flesh
Of new born breath
Fresh from the womb
And, lo, she swooned
Grinning with the doom
Awaiting sacrifices
Within her tomb
Maggots crawled betwixt of skin
Waiting for the show to begin
New bodies writhe within the ditch
Jealous angels give into sin
Moans were heard across the shores
Even spent, left me wanting more
My sweet necromantic bitch
Burn my desire to the core
Like the demon you are
There's no seraphim
That I will not condemn
When she does plant her kiss
On mortal flesh
Giving new breath
Fresh from her maw
And bloody claws
Stuff between her jaws
Innocent sacrifices
Heed Lillith's call
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 30th Jun 2015
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Anonymous
30th Jun 2015 1:29am
King Hades, I've written about Lilith in the past, so I'm no stranger to her darkened curses nor delights or the evil she was capable of. The First Eve of Adam; a woman who would not obey his wants nor resort to her sole purpose...Loved your rendition of her...xoxo, Devlin;)
Thank you. I figured since "Lorelei" showed how beautiful death could be that I would write "Lillith" to show that beauty could be death incarnate. I guess they could be opposite sides of the same coin.
Anonymous
30th Jun 2015 1:39am
Agreed.
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30th Jun 2015 4:47am
30th Jun 2015 5:10am
"To the flawless godless"
~very adept tag line, this.
Sweet femme death here sir poet!
be well!
~d
~very adept tag line, this.
Sweet femme death here sir poet!
be well!
~d
30th Jun 2015 5:30am
Ahhh, HadesRising, luv ~ :-*
I am in a quandary. Somehow, I want these two pieces: LORELEI and LILITH to lie side by side upon the page. Yet, luv, they also stand alone so well... ;-p
Quandaries. Save this: they are not mine to decide. I am pouting here. ;-D Not because I am envious, luv, rather because I am considering them upon the page and they are such art, luv.
They deserve a frame, to be hung and perused as such; dark art, indeed, but art nonetheless. Do consider bordering them with icy midnight blue, deepest, darkest, fiery crimson, and the outermost rim of blackest ebon hue. And them nested within.
I can see them on the page. Surround them with stark white space, luv. And print them each one in her color. Mayhap, in the shape of luscious women? So many ideas I have for these, luv, yet, forgive me.
Hmmm... I've gotten carried away, luv, as is my wont. I simply have this vision.
You've sparked these thoughts within my mind with your bold and innovative pen, luv. ;-*
Thank you, Maestro...:-*
I am in a quandary. Somehow, I want these two pieces: LORELEI and LILITH to lie side by side upon the page. Yet, luv, they also stand alone so well... ;-p
Quandaries. Save this: they are not mine to decide. I am pouting here. ;-D Not because I am envious, luv, rather because I am considering them upon the page and they are such art, luv.
They deserve a frame, to be hung and perused as such; dark art, indeed, but art nonetheless. Do consider bordering them with icy midnight blue, deepest, darkest, fiery crimson, and the outermost rim of blackest ebon hue. And them nested within.
I can see them on the page. Surround them with stark white space, luv. And print them each one in her color. Mayhap, in the shape of luscious women? So many ideas I have for these, luv, yet, forgive me.
Hmmm... I've gotten carried away, luv, as is my wont. I simply have this vision.
You've sparked these thoughts within my mind with your bold and innovative pen, luv. ;-*
Thank you, Maestro...:-*
1st Jul 2015 2:23am
Thank you. That is a unique way to imagine them. Maybe I will take your advice and frame them. I'll have to give it some thought. Not that your advice isn't good but rather that I've never considered doing that before.
6th Jul 2015 6:26am
A darkly, demonically beautiful tribute to a glorious goddess my friend! What a great poem to find on here tonight, and a tremendous read. Lilith is very important both in my spiritual beliefs and to me for personal reasons… so this poem touches my spirit and my heart on many levels. She is a great being, and one that the authors of various ancient texts gave a bad rep to wrongly! But whether of light or of darkness, I just know she would adore this poetic tribute. I’ve written a LOT of poems dedicated to Lilith over the years, so I may be a tad biased on the matter but this is most definitely a glorious, wicked poetic celebration. I love it! *Smiles*
The most epic and intense poem I’ve ever written about Lilith was probably “Wanton Love”. Here is a link so if you ever wish to read it you won’t have to go searching for it amongst all my poetry:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29527-wanton-love/
Keep writing the epic poetry! You’re a brilliant dark poet. :D
The most epic and intense poem I’ve ever written about Lilith was probably “Wanton Love”. Here is a link so if you ever wish to read it you won’t have to go searching for it amongst all my poetry:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29527-wanton-love/
Keep writing the epic poetry! You’re a brilliant dark poet. :D
