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 lacy lines
and flowing silk.

Bloody lips tainting
the wedding's white.

Oh Lilith,
you're forged in bold,

and never grow cold

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

Apprehensive they watch,
waiting for you to falter,

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

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

My infatuation grows
everytime your coy smile shows

She weeps for all those who sleep,
a tear she bears for every sin
proclaimed from a tainted saint

restore broken trust
for those who lust.

Oh Lilith,
my dearest tragedy

defying divine’s subjective scale,

you are my frame
on liberty.