Lilith’s Song

ryohei hase

 Artwork by Ryonhei Hase

 

 

suggested audio

Dead Can Dance “Yulunga”

 

 

 

 

She came to me last night during reverie

 

as i recall

 

my dreams had been serene to that point

 

the rabbit hole was lovely last night

 

all sweetness and light

not a whisper of blight

 

just a thousand dear screams of delight

 

you see

lion and rabbit had been

prowling

 

and it spikes my white fur to hear growling

 

however

 

as i inspected his pelt
all lustrous and gingery

 

his pain became felt
as i spotted an injury

 

nothing mortal this wound
just a singular portal to the heart of this beast

 

his lifeforce had quite clearly decreased

 

my brow creased

as i abhor seeing my lion suffer

 

though he does so with pride
it cant be denied

 

that he carries great pain
in his wool it is dyed

 

so i did what any

lion hearted

white rabbit would do

 

kissed every last scar
patched him up good as new

 

i could tell what this meant by his baritone purr
as the fire in his eyes reignited

 

my lion was clearly excited

 

better yet
he looked simply white knighted

 

my work here was done
and there were matters more pressing

 

a certain

sleep tyrant

who needed addressing

Morpheus

 

i could feel him compressing
undressing my heart

preparing his own coup de grâce

 

and this comes as no real great surprise
as he visits me night after night

 

on occasion i manage to give him the slip
on others i embrace our courtship

 

this night i felt peace
so i urged this release

 

and he purged my insomnia

then put me to sleep

 

as i drifted
and sifted through the scrapbook before me

 

i sensed a presence

 

and instantly recalled adolescence

 

you see this was the time
when i bid my imaginary friend goodbye

 

its not that she wasnt still full of suggestion
but i dared not give her a mention

 

until now

 

her name is

Lilith

 

and she knows how to leave an impression

 

how to lead an unruly procession

didn’t ask for this session
as im fairly assured she is horrid

 

each proposal impure
every last tender squalid

 

but they say it is better the devil you know
thus i asked her to tell

 

she preferred just to

show

 

and what a reveal
as she flashed the cold steel

 

that serated my will
i negated to feel inundated

 

so i waited

 

virtuous patience was mine
and it rattled her cage just to see me recline

 

give one inch of flesh and she takes a whole pound
so i dug my heels in

stood my ground

 

if there was something to say
then she could damn well say it

 

was done with being timid
i knew just how to play it

 

see i happen to be rather well versed on danger
and felt blessed that this spectre was no longer a stranger

 

not to say there werent reasons to fear
as she made it quite clear

 

that she holds each one dear

 

you could cut the atmosphere with a knife

and she did

 

but this was no act of mutiny
no takeover bid

 

just request to get closer

huddle in for conclave

 

so who cared if her manifesto was

rusted and grave

 

not this little white rabbit

 

as im made of stern fluff
dust and scratch on these bones

 

and a penchant for

snuff

 

eight millimeters of madness i court in this mind
and until i met

Lilith

i had kept it confined

 

so the blind led the blinder

 

i was right there behind her

 

as she fed putrid meat to her grinder

 

air ~ pungent ~ last light now redundant ~ just the funk of despair ~ a black trunk that ensnared ~ no emergency exits ~ surplus to requirement ~ just sheer bloody murder ~ fucking hell was it violent ~ any innocence hoarded ~ had been unrecorded ~ and replaced with a seed far more tainted and sordid ~ i gorged all seven of mine senses ~ quenched my sick need for the bleed ~ it was ~ within ~ always ~ just not quite accessible ~ i could be a bad rabbit ~ but never truly reprehensible ~ at least not until reaching the vestibule ~

 

it was then

in that moment

that my eyes became bright

 

you see
lion had endorsed our counsel this night

 

he plays with my muses you see
one for joy
two for sorrow

 

and Lilith makes three

 

quite the handful is she
and perhaps the most likely
to get to the

bleed

 

my sweet precious lion
has entertained each pained madness

 

now he offers her back with such kindness

 

and i can

see her

most clearly now

 

make no mistake
shes a mystery still

 

a conundrum most humdrum
when you live for the kill

 

show yourself

 

let me see the color of your ribbon

 

if it giveth at first
then dont take it away

 

id much rather
play

 

come again
i shall lay on a spread

 

a meal fit for the dead

 

and we three can tell tall tales of terror
break bread

 

but for now

 

this little white rabbit must rise
and do so with her king by her side

 

until next time

 

Lilith

 

war bride of the muses

 

thanks ever so much for the bruises

 

night night

 

 

 

LH Grey

 

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