Lilith I

 In the garden where shadows dwell,

A whispered name, forbidden tale,

Lilith, woman fierce and free,

First of wives, a mystery.

Her hair, like midnight's raven silk,

A river wild, untamed and dark,

A blazing flame of red it flows,

Bearing secrets, ancient woes.

Skin as fair as moonlit skies,

Her gaze, a snare, a sweet demise,

A temptress in the twilight's hold,

Defiant, bold, her story told.

Wings of night, they stretch and soar,

Talons sharp as raptor's core,

Bound to neither earth nor air,

She breaks the chains, her heart laid bare.

Serpents coil 'round her form,

Symbols of a fateful storm,

Lilith, mother of the night,

Her essence weaves through dark and light.

Nocturnal creatures at her side,

In the shadows, they abide,

Owls and bats, her chosen kin,

Echoes of the world within.

Lilith, woman born of fire,

Both revered and feared, admired,

A whisper in the midnight air,

A haunting myth, forever there.