What more do most she do?

Born in the grooves of the earth,

Was the man,

Created from dirt.

Splintering from his ribs

Finally, bore women

Glittering in the luminous gold,

embracing the tint of the morning glow.

There is a story untold

Beneath the tongue of god,

For he does not want you to know,

how the truth etched sin in dawn.

Women born from the same dirt,

She spurted her divinity.

Into the shapes of the wind,

Demanding every shadow,

Overturning every stone.

Her mind already engraved,

With scriptures hue.

She has borne the light of the gods,

Same as Adam

Same as you.

Battered down he came,

Reeking of brutality and agony.

Satans weeped,

A plea for truth.

“Come Lilith”

Satan now whimpered human tears,

for we all embrace suffering

all burdening similar tombs.

Within the silken sunshine,

Her wings sprouted.

Every bone creviced from the sky,

Every pore is shown of light

Every whisper is her angel's tune.

She flew through earth edge

Landing in the stars.

Before she made her way south,

To liberty.