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[Part III: of Caine]

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

When I up
Appearing in a myriad of
The archangel Gabriel shimmered
Like the in my eyes
mercy even to the damned

But why?

He spoke of a
The of Golconda
which my children could once again
Inhabit the

another word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

Then the bright-eyed
me how to hide from the eyes
Of those who to hunt us
How to obedience
And respect

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

Eventually I had to abandon
And flee from the lands of Nod
Set out to procreate my
Caine's children shall inherit the

IV: zillah and the crone]

Of all my children, none so
My Zillah, none so desired
Her tender skin, her so saccharine
I was mesmerized by her eyes

But she would turn from me, she had no to me
Nothing I'd could keep her satisfied
So I took to roam the alone
the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see

Crone: 'My spell can make win her heart
Drink of my blood then we'll

Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I for many nights
And indeed became my wife'

Crone: 'The elixir hast bound
My serving thrall thou be'

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