Lilith
Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of the pain she must avow.
In the moonlit meadow’s misty embrace,
In the air, night-blooms leave a lingering trace.
Beneath the silver glow, a symphony of leaves,
As whispers weave a haunting melody, through the trees.
Draped in...
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