Lilith's Song of Prayer

The cold gray day in foreboding

Whispers, “Walk with me

Unto waters of the ancient seas

Where wanders gather; long to see;

 

‘For the long night - is eroding

The light - deep within inner eye.”

 

The silent sounds of frigid bells – in still;

To a time in place where souls vie

Waiting the albatross to speak, “Lie

Down into black water’s beds.  Nigh!

Repose into an eternal idyllic chill

To be consumed by essence’s swirling motion.”

 

Oh, how enchanting lines of a withering night

bridge the voids between the iron gates of will

And the self-indulgent shreds of good-ill.

 

Even as haunting wails of death’s song shrill

As nightly beasts waltz with demons in rising fright,

Lilith’s celadon eyes pierce the colorless light

 

“Sleep deep until the sweet dawn rises in full emotion.”

 

Her feathered breath warming the longest cold;

As irrepressible life moves – dropping below the buried fold

To reign once more over truth that need not be told.

 

“Rise sweet prince to the highest sight

Where earth and sky keep neither in hold.”