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There she stands
Under the old oak
Her hair is black
And so are her eyes
Her appearance reminds you of a fairy
But she's the mother of the demons
An evil mother depending on lust to drag her victims to her traps
She knows no love
She knows no fear
And on her face you'll never see a single tear
She plays with magic
She plays with human feelings and hearts
She's the highest target of every man
A beautiful young lady
Wandering in the cold dark forest at night
Her skin glows under the pale moonlight
Her lips are red like the blood running in a human's veins
She walks alone in the solitude
Never moaning
Never complaining
Never speaking a single word
She keeps on walking
Inscribing her name on the cold white marble
Using blood as paint
Lilith
Her name reminds you of a flower
That draws every creature's attention when it blossoms
Nothing's enough for her
Nothing could ever be enough for the queen of the darkness
She knows no hate
She knows no trust
She's killing people using lust
No one will ever make it to unlock
The secrets of her heart
YOU ARE READING
Lilith
PoésieA Gothic poem about the mother of all demons... Highest rank: #1 in "Gothic Poem"
