Lilith said:

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We all make mistakes, and marrying Adam was one of mine. So young and impulsive at the time, however all I can say is I learned from the experience and have moved on. In fact, a long way on….
I was the first wife, long before Eve came on the scene and had to come down from my mighty palace and fine background to get tangled up with him in the first place.
I was more than his equal in every sense, but he didn’t think so. This became glaringly apparent after I woke from the brief honeymoon period that had clearly clouded my judgement.
Was I glad to get out of that poky little hovel he called Eden and back to the wilds with my freedom and dignity intact? You bet your sweet life I was. He forgot that my lineage goes way way back, before he was even conceived of. He was from mud alright and I am from the stars and moon, the sun and also his tiny earth. What’s more, the desire too in the very hearts of little beings like him is attributed to me. Be warned, I will never let myself be taken for granted.
One other thing I want to clear up…he and his kind say my voice is like a screech owl…Well, to put the record straight, it certainly is not like a screech owl. It is the very screech owl itself, for I always come in the night, at the back of their dreams, winging it in their fears and dreads.
Oh, I have been so misunderstood. They say I steal babies, well I do not steal babies, I simply rescue them whilst their young souls retain the ability to love and laugh. This is to defend those very baby souls from being corrupted and further wounded by the Adamsis stupidity and selfishness, to say nothing of the violations they inflict behind closed doors…ooh! It makes my cold blood boil and dark eyes blaze with justified rage.
You see, I just cannot sit by and let the Adamsis get away with it. So there…that part is true. I wrap the fragile soul babies carefully up in my dark wings all nestled safe and secrete them away to a very beautiful and secure place where they can no longer be harmed. The baby souls stay there, quite content until their walking talking human selves can be strong enough to retrieve them when they wish to regain the ability to live fully alive and love…and that, makes the risks I take and bad press I get even more worthwhile.
So, if you ever hear the whisper of my wings or feel the breeze of my breath in passing just remember it is me just going about my self-appointed work as usual. SCREEEEEECH!©K Barr

 

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Quantity of Mercy

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The quantity of mercy

Can be strained so much

There’s none to touch

With balm the lips of those who thirst

Ever fervent for that drink divine

Which never droppeth gentle

As a rain from heavens grace

The frightful face of it

Is wrung wretched from a twisting heart

Violence in resistance turned

Churning in conflicted strife

Till loosed and shook from folds

Its hold where it hid to fall

Creeping in seeking cover

From its shameful need

To withhold itself

In preservation of what was lost