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[Part III: Disciplines of

My cries of anguish
Filled that dismal
I tore at my flesh and my crimson tears

I glanced up
Appearing in a of stars
The illustrious archangel shimmered
the moon in my eyes
Bringing mercy even to the

But Why?

He of a path
The path of
From my children could once again
Inhabit the

Without word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

the bright-eyed demoness
Taught me how to hide the eyes
Of those who dare to us
How to obedience
And respect

I found myself attaining (yet) greater powers
I could alter forms, all beasts and perceive
sight

Eventually I had to Lilith
And flee the barren lands of Nod
Set out to my progeny
Caine's children inherit the night

[Part IV: and the crone]

Of all my children, so beloved
My sweet Zillah, so desired
Her tender skin, her blood so
I was mesmerized by her enchanting

But she would turn me, she had no love to me
I'd provide could keep her satisfied
So I took to roam the alone
the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see

Crone: 'My spell can thee win her heart
Drink of my blood we'll start'

'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights
And Zillah became my wife'

Crone: 'The elixir bound thee
My serving thrall always be'

Caine: 'But after a (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart, I left her to the