Valerie Dohren - Lilith

The Garden blossoms well, my dear,
As there you wait for me
But do not think to take my soul
I will not bow to thee

And I will sit beyond, my dear,
(The Dark Moon high above)
One hundred buds each day shall die
Before I give my love

This flower to your call won`t bend
Nor will I lie beneath
For from the earth, as you, I came
I`ll bear no bridal wreath

The Garden blossoms well, my dear,
The mirror calleth me
The Other World shall be my home
Throughout eternity


(For readers who may not be familiar with the story of Lilith, may
I suggest that you research it on the internet - this will clarify the
meaning of this poem) - Val D

Valerie Dohren

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lilith-12/