i remember eden said lilith
               and she laughed her brittle laugh
               i remember the way he used
               to hold me touch me kiss me
               but that one thing
               that one little thing
               i couldn't let him have
               it would have been too much
               for me to lose of myself
               that silly girl he has now
               with her pretty vacant smile
               will be whatever he wishes
               but she will never dance in the night
               with hot-blooded demons
               nor will she soar to touch
               the face of her father
               i alone fly i alone dance
               i am the keeper of worlds
               she said pretty worlds
               of fire orange and lusty violet
               i am the singer
               of the songs that make men weep
               i am the weaver
               of tales and cloth and lives
               my scissors at the ready
               i am the first-born daughter
               of the god himself
               when he lay with the night wind
               my true mother
               i am the watcher in the eventide
               when that cursed sun is gone
               and the stars can caress my wings
               i am the maker of shadows
               the caster of dreams
               who tastes the first sweet drops
               of a boy's youth
               i am the shaper of young girls
               from whimpering cowering toys
               to women with thoughts and strengths
               beyond those of their sons
               who are you little girl
               who thinks herself the mother of humanity
               and dares to own my eden
               power life mystery joy
               these are the fruits of my one tree
               bitter-sweet and always ripe
               they sting my throat
               but open my eyes
               to wonders beyond heaven
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