Lilith: The Haunting Queen of Shadows

A figure rises, untold, unspelled,

Not Eve, not she of rib and bone,

But Lilith, wild, and wild alone.

Beneath the moon's cold, ghostly glare,

Her eyes aglow with ancient flair,

She danced in winds of cursed delight,

A spectral queen of endless night.

Not bound by Adam’s law or rule,

She spun her fate with witch’s tool,

A serpent’s tongue, a raven’s cry,

She soared where angels dared not fly.

Forbidden fruits within her grasp,

She spurned the chains of Eden’s clasp,

In darkened woods, where shadows play,

She found her realm, she made her stay.

The stars would shiver, skies would rend,

At whispers dark she’d send, she’d send,

With hair like midnight’s endless span,

Lilith, the bane of mortal man.

She’d sing of freedom, wild and pure,

Of ancient blood, of wounds that cure,

A haunting lullaby, untamed,

Of love and loss and sin unclaimed.

In the echoes of her siren song,

Dreams would weave and hearts would long,

For whispers soft of darkling queen,

In shadows deep, unseen, unseen.

Yet, in her eyes, a story told,

Of strength, of fire, of heart so bold,

Not evil, not a demon’s kin,

But spirit fierce in worlds of sin.

So heed the tale of Lilith, night’s bride,

In shadows dark where secrets hide,

For in the weave of myth and lore,

Lies truth untamed, forevermore.