Lilith a Poem

This poem is about perhaps the most ancient vampire of them all. Hope you like it anyway.

I was feeling dejected, drowning in a reservoir of my own sadness,
Sitting alone in the dark among the deepening shadows of despair,
Mourning a love gone forever, I felt myself on the edge of madness,
Waiting for death to come and release me from my melancholy fears,
Suddenly, a vivacious lady of pure wanton beauty stood before me,
She looked at me sullenly through strangely hypnotic dark eyes,
She smiled at me with a smile that held within it a deep mystery,
A smile that beckoned to me, but I couldn't help wondering why.
She introduced herself as Lilith and offered me her elegant hand,
I took it in mine, I kissed her fingers, and told her my own name,
As she sat beside me I felt an anxiousness I couldn't understand,
But I didn't know then, what I know now.
I didn't know her true aim.

I was mesmerized by the words of love she filled my thoughts with,
Seducing me with all her tales of the natural beauty of passion,
Telling me to relax, that it was much better to receive than to give,
Before too long we were naked together in an avaricious liaison.
I couldn't stop her, I seemed to be hypnotized by her seduction,
I tried to fight it, but it was so much easier to give into her lust,
I couldn't have known then that I was being used for reproduction,
To feed this monstrous demon created, like Adam, from the dust.
For how could I, a non believer, have known this Lilith was a devil?
When my atheistic learnings had taught me there was no such thing.
Now I'm racked with remorse and guilt at the part I played in her evil.
I'll never forget the horror of watching as she devoured her offspring!

Sent in by Borloff, Copyright 2010