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[Part III: Disciplines of

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

When I up
in a myriad of stars
The illustrious archangel shimmered
the moon in my eyes
Bringing mercy to the damned

But Why?

He spoke of a
The of Golconda
From which my could once again
the light

Without another word, he
And I
I had at last

Then the demoness
me how to hide from the eyes
Of those who dare to us
How to command
And demand

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

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

IV: zillah and the crone]

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

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

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

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

'The elixir hast bound thee
My serving thrall thou be'

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