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An Alien Angel
- An Alien Angel -
Based on true events from my life…
Near the Red Sea lies a desolation of sand…
Existing since before the early memory of man.
Within, lay an oasis of indescribable delights…
Created long ago, in a span of starless nights.
In the oasis lay ruins from an age before time,
Where an idol stood, so serene and sublime!
A goddess, carved in stone as red as blood…
With two owls, as survived the ancient Flood.
She held an ankh in one of her slender hands,
Her name was Lilith; she ruled the wild lands.
Today, her monument can no longer be found,
The oasis dried up leaving naught thus around.
But she, to whom that place was of old home,
Still, upon the wings of night is want to roam!
When I was sixteen, one cold autumn evening,
She came into my room, black eyes gleaming.
Her skin was pale as whitest bleached bone…
When through an open window she had flown,
To sit at the edge of the bed as I lay reading…
Staring at me with a gaze that held a meaning.
Her black hair tumbled down to her two feet…
I felt an ancient bond, when our eyes did meet.
Her raven wings enfolded me, so feathery soft,
As black as a raven’s, perched high in its’ loft.
I dropped my book and reached out my arms,
Surrendering, unto my vampire lover’s charms.
My first love, as she was the first woman made,
Before Adam cast her into the unwanted shade.
Into my arms, by those sands of the Red Sea…
Of old we made love, my dearest Lilith and me.
She was one of the few, who knew my name…
From when I was an angel with a soul of flame!
Oh, to think that some call her a devil’s whore!
My mother had seen her several nights before…
When my mother and I were a-walking in town.
At the time I did not see Lilith, so I did frown…
When my mother tried to describe an alien face!
She likened it to some woman from outer space.
Pale as the moon, with large pure black eyes…
So like a visitor from beyond those starry skies,
Which now rose outside my window that eve…
When Lilith came to claim me and did not leave.
An alien angel did lie with me in my own bed…
I was awake and alive in the arms of the undead.
And before the third hour past midnight’s chime,
She flew out the window, to some distant clime.
I spoke not a word to my family or to friends…
Of: how I gave in, to a demonic lady’s demands.
She did awaken something that slumbered long…
Within my soul, and she awakened it with a song.
She sang it low, so only I could hear the words…
Then I understood, enjoying all her alien comforts!
Lilith, who knew even the name of God, long lost,
And the secrets of Kobol, that did so dearly cost.
I: who walked on Mars when human life it bore…
Before the destruction of a planet between itself,
And Jupiter, sent asteroids that so savagely tore…
The atmosphere of the red planet, from its’ shelf.
The same rocky pieces that ended dinosaurs here,
On the Earth of another age I saw as crystal clear.
That year, she and another did open far my sight,
And though I walked in darkness, there was light!
Lilith had guided me along a path that I walk still,
I still think of her when the autumn air grows chill.
Based on true events from my life…
Near the Red Sea lies a desolation of sand…
Existing since before the early memory of man.
Within, lay an oasis of indescribable delights…
Created long ago, in a span of starless nights.
In the oasis lay ruins from an age before time,
Where an idol stood, so serene and sublime!
A goddess, carved in stone as red as blood…
With two owls, as survived the ancient Flood.
She held an ankh in one of her slender hands,
Her name was Lilith; she ruled the wild lands.
Today, her monument can no longer be found,
The oasis dried up leaving naught thus around.
But she, to whom that place was of old home,
Still, upon the wings of night is want to roam!
When I was sixteen, one cold autumn evening,
She came into my room, black eyes gleaming.
Her skin was pale as whitest bleached bone…
When through an open window she had flown,
To sit at the edge of the bed as I lay reading…
Staring at me with a gaze that held a meaning.
Her black hair tumbled down to her two feet…
I felt an ancient bond, when our eyes did meet.
Her raven wings enfolded me, so feathery soft,
As black as a raven’s, perched high in its’ loft.
I dropped my book and reached out my arms,
Surrendering, unto my vampire lover’s charms.
My first love, as she was the first woman made,
Before Adam cast her into the unwanted shade.
Into my arms, by those sands of the Red Sea…
Of old we made love, my dearest Lilith and me.
She was one of the few, who knew my name…
From when I was an angel with a soul of flame!
Oh, to think that some call her a devil’s whore!
My mother had seen her several nights before…
When my mother and I were a-walking in town.
At the time I did not see Lilith, so I did frown…
When my mother tried to describe an alien face!
She likened it to some woman from outer space.
Pale as the moon, with large pure black eyes…
So like a visitor from beyond those starry skies,
Which now rose outside my window that eve…
When Lilith came to claim me and did not leave.
An alien angel did lie with me in my own bed…
I was awake and alive in the arms of the undead.
And before the third hour past midnight’s chime,
She flew out the window, to some distant clime.
I spoke not a word to my family or to friends…
Of: how I gave in, to a demonic lady’s demands.
She did awaken something that slumbered long…
Within my soul, and she awakened it with a song.
She sang it low, so only I could hear the words…
Then I understood, enjoying all her alien comforts!
Lilith, who knew even the name of God, long lost,
And the secrets of Kobol, that did so dearly cost.
I: who walked on Mars when human life it bore…
Before the destruction of a planet between itself,
And Jupiter, sent asteroids that so savagely tore…
The atmosphere of the red planet, from its’ shelf.
The same rocky pieces that ended dinosaurs here,
On the Earth of another age I saw as crystal clear.
That year, she and another did open far my sight,
And though I walked in darkness, there was light!
Lilith had guided me along a path that I walk still,
I still think of her when the autumn air grows chill.
Published 18th Nov 2011
| Edited 23rd Jan 2013
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