Lilith's Revenge Poem by Chris Zachariou

'Her gates are gates of death,
and from the entrance of the house
she sets out towards Sheol' *

Thursday's child galloped bareback
from the bleak wastelands of the desert
into Inanna's garden;
she sprinkled verses at her feet and whispered
'On the seventh day, I will be your only lover.'

With her parchments torn and fading,
she slithers down the draconian borders
of an eerie galaxy into the world
of a corrupted seraph's dark existence.

Lilith lies naked with lime blooms
until the interloper is destroyed and wrecked
and Eve panting on her knees
pleads for an end to such a cold winter.
The clay basil pot is cracked and the road
to her bedroom door lies in ruins.

A foaming myriad of primal satyrs
rip the second bride apart and many more
inside the womb of her twisted mind
are pining for an early birth to her wayward children.

In his bedroom chamber,
the hapless groom betrayed and seedless
weeps with dreams of Lilith astride an owl
hurtling to The Cities of the Sea.

* Proverbs 2: 18-19

Based loosely on early Spanish Kabbalistic mysticism.