Lilith III

 A legend whispers, Lilith's name,

A wild spirit, untethered and free,

An ancient enigma, bound by mystery.

Her tresses flow, like midnight's shroud,

Or fiery waves that none could douse,

A symbol of her fierce desire,

A testament to her inner fire.

Luminescent skin, like moon's embrace,

A gaze entrancing, a haunting grace,

She weaves her spell, a siren's call,

Defying limits, a celestial thrall.

Dark wings unfurl, a raven's flight,

Ascending through the starry night,

With talons keen, she claims her throne,

A queen of twilight, all her own.

Entwined with serpents, she takes her stand,

A symbol of rebirth, a force unplanned,

In nature's dance, she finds her place,

A guardian of the shadows' grace.

Allies of night, her chosen few,

The owls and bats, a spectral crew,

In their embrace, she finds her kin,

A bond unbroken, a strength within.

Lilith, legend of dark and light,

A fusion of secrets, hidden from sight,

A timeless tale of power and grace,

A mythic presence, forever to embrace.