. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Lilith. The Gaslighter of all known worlds.

Monday, July 25, 2022

Lilith. The Gaslighter of all known worlds.

 

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(A lone follower whispers)


Her fake but effective pagan tears

Fall violently

Crushing spellbound gods and addicted kings or queens

Into crudely obsessed entities

As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerising spells

Filled with twisted versions of the truth 

Which she uses as her prayer summations

That systematically amputate

Conjured worlds

Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells

Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour

For customary regulations

As divine authorities  
High up in unseen nations 

Cavort 
Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers

Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim

Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom

A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary

To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions 

Of unspoken dark
desires and to hold in absolute bondage 

The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge

Of whaling dispositions

Who cry out

Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts

For a familiar taste of that sweet lie 

Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road 

High on her metaphorical white powder

To a glorious waste 
For a quick fix

To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick 

To welcome them
Her new acolytes 

Holding her strong muscular golden adorn hands high

Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights

Emanating an aura filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond

Death and decay  

She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with

'I'm coming for you 
Before you come for me

So pray  
You don't get in my way

Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden

Are your hungry eyes and contorted soul ready to give me

What I need

Before I start feeding'


Copyright John Duffy  


Quite a dark piece.
The ending just danced and screamed into life. 


Salute.


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