My wrathful cries of anguish filled that dismal night
I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears
When I glanced up appearing in a myriad of stars
The illustrious Archangel Gabriel shimmered
Like the moon in my eyes bringing mercy even to the damned.
But why? Why?
He spoke of a path
The path of Golconda
From which my children could once again inhabit the light.
Without another word,
He disappeared and I conceived
I had awakened at last.
Then the bright-eyed demoness
Taught me how to hide from the eyes
Of those who dare to hunt us.
How to command obedience and demand respect.
Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powers
I could alter forms, control all beasts
And perceive beyond sights.
Eventually I had to abandon Lilith
And flee from the barren lands of Nod
Set out to procreate my progeny
Caine’s children shall inherit the night…