Lilith

She bleeds crimson
just like you and me.

Many call her queer with her flaming
hair, the way she flies

absent of weighing chains

her voice a melody
as she laughs in the face of divine.

A thorned red rose, temptation
wrapped in lacey lines
and flowing silk.

Bloody lips tainting
the wedding's white.

Oh Lilith,
you're forged in bold,

a tapestry depicting the lyre flower,
bleeding heart set ablaze.

Apprehensive they watch,
waiting for you to falter,

but you're true,
a sunrise bringing in the new day.

Oh Lilith,
your beauty's daunting
like a flower sprung from shattered porcelain.

My infatuation grows
everytime you show your coy smile

You weep for all those who sleep,
you bear a tear for every sin
proclaimed from a tainted saint

restore broken trust
for those who lust after you.

Oh Lilith,
my dearest tragedy

defying divine’s subjective scale,

you are the frame I use
for liberty.