You made me
And every time
The burning sun hits
My eyes I am cursed
With the traits of Lilith
Bound to the darkness
Like the demoness
I will proffer my 100 children
to the Goddess
With the traits of Lilith
The teeth of the Lamiae
Are settled in my mouth
Primitive and animalistic
Is my personality
With the traits of Lilith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spooky but well done. If you've time have a look at my on the prowl or forsaken you might like them. David