Oh, my darling queen,
Lamia can see in the dark.
She rules over Libya with rolling eyes,
A killer look.
Her beauty causes angels to fall
And invokes jealousy in demons.
A woman, Waterhouse paints with delicate precision,
Ignoring her cannibalistic nature.
Her gaze is gentle,
Her skin is soft and perfumed,
And her mind is a lair for sin.
She gave into a plan set forth by Lucifer's descent,
As she lounges around in anguish,
Forced to repeat her transgressions.
Her tale is tragic torment trying to lament.
Children fear her name,
Mothers curse it,
And fathers fantasize about it.
Lamia only exists in the past and future,
For at present, she has no virtue.
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An Ode to Muses to Polyhymnia
PoetryThis poetry collection explores loneliness, theology, Biblical characters, depression, heartbreak, and disappointment. It's a good read for someone going through a bad time, but surprisingly hopeful.
