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Lilith
Dance, Lilith, Dance
Born from the dust that willed your soul to be free
You belonged to the night
Where your golden hair seduced the moonlight for a waltz
And the stars dimmed their light to protect earth from its blaze
Or were they shying away from your mystical smile
Sing, Lilith, Sing
Of your sacrifice to freedom
Enslaved by the egos of the tongues of men
Who berated you,
For your temple did not worship their loins
Conceiver of the first divorce
That stirred the paparazzi in days of old
To slither beyond those alluring eyes
Your judge and jury
Speak, Lilith, Speak
Queen of the mythical silver screen
Whose sins and lust have been etched into the abyss of immortality
Who do you say you are, Lilith
Speak to defend
Deafened silence speaks louder than words
You answer to no-one
Copyright ©
W J Clarke
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