Lilith’s Song

ryohei hase

 Artwork by Ryonhei Hase



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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



and it spikes my white fur to hear growling




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



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



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



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



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


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



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


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




war bride of the muses


thanks ever so much for the bruises


night night




LH Grey


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