| The Charge of Lilith I am She who comes before and after the dawn I am the Dark Abyss whom you all must enter upon death and decay I am the source of all anger, rage, and pain, I am the Banshee, screaming in the night I am the Washer at the Ford preparing your death shroud I am the once comforting dark womb you sleep in that cast you out in a pool of blood and sacrificed tissue And the cold harsh world you end up in And I am the one who will destroy you again and again and again each time you end up in it I am the dark muse who inspires the poet to dream and drives the genius to madness My lips are poison as well as sweet nectar and will suck the life out of you even as they arouse lust deep within your loins I am the one who will turn it all to shit I will crush your dreams Turn hope to ashes, boil your flesh off your bones in my steaming cauldron But then I will form you again from clay made out of shit and dirt For most of all child I am you I am your blood, your bones,your bowels I am the Shadow side of your soul Seek to know me, do not run, and you shall be all the wiser Your strenght will be more the greater Your spirit will be tougher to break And you shall reeap the benefits from embracing Me Even as I shall reap you along with the rest of My harvest at the end of all time. |