Lilith II

 In Eden's dusk, a legend blooms,

Of Lilith, first wife, the ancient muse,

Untamed spirit, a force untold,

Her tale in hushed whispers unfolds.

A cascade of raven tresses wild,

Like darkness unconfined, beguiled,

Or fiery strands of passion's flame,

Entwined with secrets none could tame.

Her porcelain skin, a moonlit glow,

Reflecting mysteries, long ago,

A siren's allure, an enigmatic grace,

Captivating hearts in a fervent embrace.

Upon her back, dark wings extend,

In midnight's realm, she'll transcend,

With talons fierce, a predator's guise,

Challenging norms, she'll rise and rise.

In serpents' dance, she finds her kin,

Symbols of a primal sin,

From Eden's curse, she breaks away,

A sovereign queen, her own display.

Nocturnal guardians, her allies true,

Owls and bats in shadows' hue,

The creatures of the twilight's veil,

Companions in her fabled tale.

Lilith, enigma, a fire's spark,

A fusion of light and endless dark,

Through the ages, her legend weaves,

A mythic whisper, a soul that breathes.