So after Lilith ran, and sat by the bold Euphrates Which ran past her eyes, as she dipped In her toes, and let the water rush O'er them, Dreaming of something Tasty.... Longing for Eden, Fancying an apple, Cursing Adam And hiding from Perdition as best As she was able. Watching reflected That which had not yet happened, And hazily seething Wondering, Scheming Of some eternal Revenge, Some precious petty payback, Some tasty testing Some wifely weaving Some wrong-righting Some heft Having Some deft Tying up Of some loose ends And what not. She was not Motivated. She was not Yet Angry enough To do more Than spend the Day Dreaming. When riding over the horizon Two hooded men galloping Their horses frothing Foaming, wishing To be loping Bit-straining The white on their Black coats forming Eyes wildly staring Open to the maximum Sinews on their necks Popping, hind quarters Trembling, The flint on their hooves Sparking against the Rocky boulders Dislodging Under the pressure Of their storming. And the faces Of the Riders Pale and gently Glowing Ghostly and Transforming Showing no Emotion As they headed Towards Lilith Dreaming On the banks Of the Euphrates And her toes Dripping clean Water onto the Granite flecked Boulder That she sat upon, Setting it a Sparkling In the burning Of the Sun. Senoi and Sansenoi Thundered up Towards her And a third on The horizon Stood watching Above, all over, And Lilith she Didn't notice Until they were right Upon her, And she choose To stay a-sitting On that large Smooth granite Boulder. The two Angelic Thugs Those strongarm Eloheim Went to grab her By the waist And into the Euphrates Threaten To throw her Right in. Sansenoi Wound her Copper hair Around his Marble fist, And started to twist And Twist And Twist. Lilith's pale Features Set into a scowl And above her Circled two of her Friends - A pair of Fine screech owls. Upon the Hill the largest And the meanest of the three Sammangelof, the Thirsty Sat upon a tree. Swooping down Upon them, Baring an Angelic Knee, calloused And a scarred From praying To the Almighty. The knee he put upon The small of Lilith's Mighty back, And as she started to Squirm, he just Pushed much harder Back. "Return to Adam, Issha, Woman Of the Eloheim! Go back into Eden Go lay under him!" And Lilith she knew Only one way Out of this Sorry scene, And it wasn't Going back to Adam To play domestic Suicide Queen. So she prepared to utter The ineffable name, She cried right out Adonai! The Angels They all shuddered, Sansenoi turned his head And said to his Bigger brother, "Sammy, hey dude, She wouldn't..." And then she said The other.... As Lilith she dropped The big "A" Agalah bomb, Pronouncing all the Syllables Singing that Holy Song The Angels hid their faces They sprang back away from A blessed spring That sprouted from the Granite And ran into a stream. Lilith stood within it She glowed: Her skin it shone Pure gold, And in one hand She held an Ankh And in the other They could see the world! From her mouth flowered Power And from her feet ran Blood. And from her eyes Shone glory And they all shielded Themselves from it. "I will never return" She uttered With a voice That shook the Earth. And you three cannot Make me, no matter What you might Have heard. And I will go away from here, The deal it has been done, I will go tread the desert I must go wither Under the sun. And my children They must mostly die, A thousand of them A day. And the tears that I Cry They will never go Away. And if I see your Names, I will not fear you, I will not run away But if you see me You really should Run, no matter What your brothers Say!" The triad they were frozen Right onto the ground. Their feet they could not move Their ears pinned to the sound Of a Goddess grieving Screaming for her young, And bowed within that fountain Streaming, pulsating With the power of a thousand suns. Her back it did break open It cracked from north to south And owl wings, sleek and brown Sprouted from the gulf. Her feet they began to circle Backwards round her legs and scabbed them both all over Taloned and scaled, Oh the sorrow! Oh the dread! Lilith watched her hair Turn from red to brown, Though a few hairs of Golden thread along her Back ran down. And as she mourned her Beauty, As she was sorrowed and Sadly ashamed, She accepted the terms And into The darkness She ran: She ran again.
I have a sense of an autobiographical nature to this verse and reading…given what you spoke of before….it gives the reading authority.
Lililth is very inspiring. I will have to write a Song for her Jinn next, perhaps.