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| In silence my moon comes in nights peaceful wake Blood of my womb, Maker of Woman In silence I gaze while drops of red dew flow At Midnite hour I feel Her presence Quiet Mystery Moon Sacrifice Monica 12/2000 |
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| "II shall not submit I would rather stand independant in hell Then lie upon my back 'midst the flowers of Eden" Raven-haired, fair of face fine of form, lisome grace Speaking the ineffable name of god Spreading wings, then gone Preferring the lust of demons to the fickle approval of a man Daily death of one hundred of her children could rend her heart, fuel her rage Stroke defiance to a bitter flame Mold a murderess from the ashes to a Queen Bewitching sleeping men, leaving them dry Spent for their dreams of lust Paint her as a harlot, call her a demon Murder her children, deny her love Strike her name out from all history Lilith, raven-haired seductress Who stood before the Fall Fiona 03-2001 |