The Lilith

We all write crazy poems and I do wrote mine. In fact, I do it all the time just for the heck of it. Creative expression? Angst? Whatever. You may read it if you have time to waste. Ha ha!

The lilith crept up my nightmares
Through a narrow bridge unlit.
She came in drifting
Like a ghost from Innana's lair,
A beguiling striptease in the wind
Sweeping across the rugged hills,
An earthly lover in ghostly realm.

But like the morning mist,
She slips through my claws
As the roosters break the dawn.
With a temptress' smile she fades away
From the last strands of darkness
To escape the warmth of day.

Because she is a lilith
From the twilight of history,
A tormentor of ruthless hunters,
Who comes dressed as Ishtar's daugther,
She slips stealthily into the night
To posses men's hopes and dreams,
Across a heartless bridge unlit.